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Privilege, has come of rage? A succor, found bedlam... Came and went, like an unified nation Giving the truth, a bit of beauty's wisdom... Guises in love, with a realm... Of valor, the poise and waiting of simplicity In the bells of the sky, a hunger, a health Waiting on harmony's wish, a stir of implicitly...? Harshness in a hash of destiny... Set to reliant music, the toll of our secrets Impugned totals, of decency come for a star's infinity... Care is such; much of a timid could, asking about universal limits? A light for synchronicity... We wager is a scattered hope, the times to defeat devoidance With the eyes, the purpose in love with a wakeful sleep... Is reach in its fault, or its drama of poise that has avid chance? Sweat of burden, instinct to liberate a hallowed shadow...? In the decisions of ruling vice, with the grace of knowing meant The voice of a proper patience, the tooth of remorse with ought's how... How is sincerity to avoid a clash, within the sphere of time and its letter? Passion In the stead we claim, is a reason to add the hill of pomposity Quite an other; in the rage of seemliness was our only hope, integrity? Of a quieter smile, in the name of entertaining a rational of reality? Do we belong here, when the mind of antiquity was a revelation? Like anarchy in succor's flames, a dragon of conscience Has come of age, at whether liberty can be an intuition... The power if not the privilege, of world's charm to imbue presence... Angel's dancing on a pin... Earthen stares, intellect forth a whisper of worth, no man Without his eventual lip, is alone the works of redemption In its way, is so, is go with a devoted **** of the fruit of the sun?
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Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC
david-hilburn
Like Me, Psyching Out A Coy; Hollywood?
Privilege, has come of rage? A succor, found bedlam... Came and went, like an unified nation Giving the truth, a bit of beauty's wisdom... Guises in love, with a realm... Of valor, the poise and waiting of simplicity In the bells of the sky, a hunger, a health Waiting on harmony's wish, a stir of implicitly...? Harshness in a hash of destiny... Set to reliant music, the toll of our secrets Impugned totals, of decency come for a star's infinity... Care is such; much of a timid could, asking about universal limits? A light for synchronicity... We wager is a scattered hope, the times to defeat devoidance With the eyes, the purpose in love with a wakeful sleep... Is reach in its fault, or its drama of poise that has avid chance? Sweat of burden, instinct to liberate a hallowed shadow...? In the decisions of ruling vice, with the grace of knowing meant The voice of a proper patience, the tooth of remorse with ought's how... How is sincerity to avoid a clash, within the sphere of time and its letter? Passion In the stead we claim, is a reason to add the hill of pomposity Quite an other; in the rage of seemliness was our only hope, integrity? Of a quieter smile, in the name of entertaining a rational of reality? Do we belong here, when the mind of antiquity was a revelation? Like anarchy in succor's flames, a dragon of conscience Has come of age, at whether liberty can be an intuition... The power if not the privilege, of world's charm to imbue presence... Angel's dancing on a pin... Earthen stares, intellect forth a whisper of worth, no man Without his eventual lip, is alone the works of redemption In its way, is so, is go with a devoted **** of the fruit of the sun?
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