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#accolade
Someday I might be remembered But probably for something boring.
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Remembered
"They admire us" a bucktoothed pirate stinking liquor and wearing clothes unwashed straight for an year at least, beams with such ill founded pride; pirates are called other names that sound ironically like accolades! Protective Gods wielding punitive powers too, on the other hand, did you notice, are feared like autocratic patriarchs, and hated secretly for their temper, a long standing problem, this! a clear case of warped  human imagination, I'd  guess why not God almighty, find some time to set right this one problem vexing us for so long!
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
If you are looking for a perfect irony
You give me all hope All hope of capableness to Sing a beautiful song And, to danced a dance Most adorable dance Accolade, given to me to Nurture our friendship Jonesing for a cup of love Oftentimes, you're sweetest Habile and passion you are Ahead of my feeling it's you Read all above stanzas and Inspire the warmth of love
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 4:04 PM UTC
Y 💃J
Your one smile drives my worries away, a constant companion when I was little, I miss you every day. Your voice - kind and soothing, - flows like a river of gold, and hearing you sing never gets old! I don't know if I've ever told you how much you mean to me, how, even the mere thought of seeing you fills me with glee. This, is an accolade, an accolade to the best sister the universe has ever made.
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
An accolade:
Wishes, I never wanted: But prayed for... Include me, when a sun fronted A song; justice, for a silence that were An ocean of purity, a hat of redemption I have yet to find, in misery Apt or deft, a lover's few; contention Of a word, I knew with ears of liberty A chance's meeting... Without a soul's music...? Then, in though is a fleeting Cloud, with a thought to name fury's, altruistic Patience, am I dead, when you smile? Paradise's praises... A lie's prayer, that I created with denial Do we earn a savior's smile, with patience's wages? Curious, the taste in sunshine... A tattered hat, with must to adjourn A rational source, to a lover's whine Was a smile our finish, to another wish to burn? A sunshine, a clash of worldliness Sent to rage, for a climate of pain That has seen you, in the voice of pasts Proud, vengeful and sated... I see the presence of meaning... Hearing your coy world, become a flower The touch of patience, paces of a prayer beaming The scent of sin, now just death's power...?
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Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
Reach If Silent, Each If Remnant