Hate, rhapsody
Have, antipathy
Haps, retrogression
Half, simplicity
The beauty, the har of sincerity
To come at you, with a field of life
Sorrow, in a place you would never steal for liberty...?
A maddened eye, in love with thee, for a scrutiny's night
We sleep like the other side
The boat of essence, to wish in our ears
A fable and the charity of calamity, shied
Away from our pace, of suggesting callousness is all of fears
The dream of soap and its bared waters...
'So simple a prayer, of the soul of dementia
When a heavy eye in the know, a keep of bothers
Is a savages or patience's run, to lies about a world with a dilemma...
Sleep eats nothing, but what it is given...
Stange endeavor, a hap to consider a pretty such and doth hush
Is a labor of live, with love to prove the world, is dread living
For the kindness of chances and choice, to take from you, thus...
And give back a lover of a worldly wish
Sated with the frustration, of composure in the norm
Tense though a wavering ecstasy can be, love knows you to relinquish
A chastity of silence and callousness, that has committed to us, form
Love, I keep a silly pillow...
Wages of sin, or borrowed lucre, I know the belly of thee
Like a wait for sunshine and method's summoning owe
To a rages few, the privilege of couth passed, with a lover's deed...
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC
Hate, rhapsody
Have, antipathy
Haps, retrogression
Half, simplicity
The beauty, the har of sincerity
To come at you, with a field of life
Sorrow, in a place you would never steal for liberty...?
A maddened eye, in love with thee, for a scrutiny's night
We sleep like the other side
The boat of essence, to wish in our ears
A fable and the charity of calamity, shied
Away from our pace, of suggesting callousness is all of fears
The dream of soap and its bared waters...
'So simple a prayer, of the soul of dementia
When a heavy eye in the know, a keep of bothers
Is a savages or patience's run, to lies about a world with a dilemma...
Sleep eats nothing, but what it is given...
Stange endeavor, a hap to consider a pretty such and doth hush
Is a labor of live, with love to prove the world, is dread living
For the kindness of chances and choice, to take from you, thus...
And give back a lover of a worldly wish
Sated with the frustration, of composure in the norm
Tense though a wavering ecstasy can be, love knows you to relinquish
A chastity of silence and callousness, that has committed to us, form
Love, I keep a silly pillow...
Wages of sin, or borrowed lucre, I know the belly of thee
Like a wait for sunshine and method's summoning owe
To a rages few, the privilege of couth passed, with a lover's deed...
who survives when the bird of paradise says no more (Anybody's guest...)