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The advance of spices Found in today's shyness The shrewd and spry, auspices Of a count of succinctly, the face you make is... My favor of sincerity Such an uncertain cue, to look the other way...? And know the silence, has a question in all civility Does a sly thought, have the best of well, your day? Dawn, the silver of the clouds Has just fallen in love; with a coming star...? Sharing only the mornings rustling, of breezes and towns The taste of seclusion with a joy here, never to far... Noon, the more we modernly save, the time Happy was a heralded ordeal, of handsomeness's stone We take to resolve, for another solution of sides We are with, the kindness and the insist, of complication... Dusk, and the fools of surmisal, have become realer silence... The stare of synchronicity and its terror, love Has the day for another you, with a realm to signify, the end Of a wishing sky; a simpler earth, hungry for a covenant... And the night of a lands court... Made to order, and seldom, the love of forces we describe As mercy, to an angel's heart, the very first vanity to flirt Has you by a king, notice a queen share a kiss with life... Any and all, the resolute masses, take their time... Here, and the space for vanity to understate hell With whose tongue; we know the contrite, the pain, and exodus of rights? Of a coulding mirror? so did the candor it took to say desire's day, and all's well... With the light and the shadow... Spirit in my hand, or estrange a hair for a carnal blossom I've seen your care become a salt, an imagination of milk and honey That has a jew for you, a waiting wall of accord that has seen, loves and hates shown...
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Oct 16, 2023
Oct 16, 2023 at 6:57 PM UTC
Look At The Time, Admit Herb Looks Pretty...
The advance of spices Found in today's shyness The shrewd and spry, auspices Of a count of succinctly, the face you make is... My favor of sincerity Such an uncertain cue, to look the other way...? And know the silence, has a question in all civility Does a sly thought, have the best of well, your day? Dawn, the silver of the clouds Has just fallen in love; with a coming star...? Sharing only the mornings rustling, of breezes and towns The taste of seclusion with a joy here, never to far... Noon, the more we modernly save, the time Happy was a heralded ordeal, of handsomeness's stone We take to resolve, for another solution of sides We are with, the kindness and the insist, of complication... Dusk, and the fools of surmisal, have become realer silence... The stare of synchronicity and its terror, love Has the day for another you, with a realm to signify, the end Of a wishing sky; a simpler earth, hungry for a covenant... And the night of a lands court... Made to order, and seldom, the love of forces we describe As mercy, to an angel's heart, the very first vanity to flirt Has you by a king, notice a queen share a kiss with life... Any and all, the resolute masses, take their time... Here, and the space for vanity to understate hell With whose tongue; we know the contrite, the pain, and exodus of rights? Of a coulding mirror? so did the candor it took to say desire's day, and all's well... With the light and the shadow... Spirit in my hand, or estrange a hair for a carnal blossom I've seen your care become a salt, an imagination of milk and honey That has a jew for you, a waiting wall of accord that has seen, loves and hates shown...
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