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Add a gall, forth with a ghost We dream a poetry in motion Callous old candy, we favor for notice... A place for spooks and terror, that has shared devotion? Odd, the taste in popularity here... Awake and see the form of our destruction Sated forces that claim, the tow of a worldly fear Silly old love, with a simpler friendship for you, a behavior and an intuition... Creations of sin, in the mind's eye, a curiosity to foretell Ancient we are, the prayers and decency of liberality, foresworn With the lips of reality, to these we remember a wishy-washy hell... Days have ended, with a voice to revile; we promise to dusk's forces...? Tale of the dread, in the echo of a beautiful misery Whether you are, or am I the passion of a better youth? Coming of age, with the spare dream of a knowing, history That turns out to be a campy nightmare, with a moment to rueth The movie ends, with a phantom sneeze... Coming from nowhere, and with a sensitive cloth We see the role of sincerity reversed, a delicate lead To a wishes house, where a mercy is the new future of wrath Justice for quiet, the almost of silence served... And broken with the shall we made, for a unique and tender Friendship, of waiting and meaning the world, for a love to work Like a running fool, in love with tomorrow, we see a prayer we lent to life for might's render...
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Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 1:54 PM UTC
david-hilburn
Letting An Angel Out Of The Closet, With Death's Haunt
Add a gall, forth with a ghost We dream a poetry in motion Callous old candy, we favor for notice... A place for spooks and terror, that has shared devotion? Odd, the taste in popularity here... Awake and see the form of our destruction Sated forces that claim, the tow of a worldly fear Silly old love, with a simpler friendship for you, a behavior and an intuition... Creations of sin, in the mind's eye, a curiosity to foretell Ancient we are, the prayers and decency of liberality, foresworn With the lips of reality, to these we remember a wishy-washy hell... Days have ended, with a voice to revile; we promise to dusk's forces...? Tale of the dread, in the echo of a beautiful misery Whether you are, or am I the passion of a better youth? Coming of age, with the spare dream of a knowing, history That turns out to be a campy nightmare, with a moment to rueth The movie ends, with a phantom sneeze... Coming from nowhere, and with a sensitive cloth We see the role of sincerity reversed, a delicate lead To a wishes house, where a mercy is the new future of wrath Justice for quiet, the almost of silence served... And broken with the shall we made, for a unique and tender Friendship, of waiting and meaning the world, for a love to work Like a running fool, in love with tomorrow, we see a prayer we lent to life for might's render...
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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...
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Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC
david-hilburn
Naming The Bird Of Paradise, After The Moon
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...
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