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# *You are absolutely beautiful-- Immersed within  this magical-Unfolding as music  mates to words Fingers, strumming now Now finding their perfect placement      ..On the keyboards      of her newfound freedom      A beautiful spirit   now returning      to a once-little body,   beaten      for being her beautiful spirit's  home.      Now with headphones  on ears      there is a  restoration      of years and years and years,             locust-eaten ...Of those years, and years, and years.                    .      .      . Tell me about pure Joy, churches.. the nice cars in your parkinglot,       aint showing The look on her face, while untethered      tells me everything      You can only dream of       ever knowing. This is true Church-- This beautiful  Sunday-mornin' glowing This spirit-infused flesh A perfection of music momentarily, flowing. From hidden cloud her flesh-infused  spirit is my one chance at pure Joy, knowing.. My love  for her, continually-growing..      In heart,      tarred-n-feathered..      In Art,  all  hers      I  am  become        Untethered.* #
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Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 10:18 PM UTC
Untethered
# *She is shaking, fingers on keyboards, trembling A confined spirit..                now  untethering You are absolutely beautiful-- Immersed within  this magical-Unfolding as music  mates to words Fingers, strumming now Now finding their perfect placement      ..On the keyboards      of her newfound freedom      A beautiful spirit   now returning      to a once-little body,   beaten      for being her beautiful spirit's  home.      Now with headphones  on ears      there is a  restoration      of years and years and years,             locust-eaten ...Of those years, and years, and years.                    .      .      . Tell me about pure Joy, churches.. the nice cars in your parkinglot,       aint showing The look on her face, while untethered      tells me everything      You can only dream of        ever knowing. This is true Church-- This beautiful  Sunday-mornin' glowing This spirit-infused flesh A perfection of music momentarily, flowing. From hidden cloud her flesh-infused  spirit is my one chance at pure Joy, knowing.. My love  for her, continually-growing..      In heart,      tarred-n-feathered..      In Art,  all  hers      I  am  become        Untethered.* #
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Sep 4, 2022
Sep 4, 2022 at 11:26 PM UTC
Untethered
Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila uber prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun kist animals at an exhibition transformed miraculously via Te Deum divine fist *** ping, whence realistic fauna burst alive with an explosion of colorful twist and shout of foliage, where scalloped super flu us detritus manna for naturalist de cid Jew us detritus capacious carpet boar animation punk chew waiting groundswell Liszt ghost would arise from the grave to pro deuce magnum opus without a beat missed such shrubbery mimicking the likeness, sans glistening fleshy sin yew, and gist about ready to become bone a fide (green behind the ears) thriving vox populist, per species and genus wrought thrashing into birth as delicate crafts man promised to imbue life, liberty and pursuit of happiness whittling away leavings, thus did exist the nascent then omnipresent visible entity emerging from cocoon an herbalist meta morph hosed from imagination of skilled, practiced and mentalist conniver viz extracting the initially obscure blessed beast, where with august magic wielding tools of this specialty vis a vis bringing breathing manifest destiny ala Pinocchio (trans formed from wood to flesh), whereby finest dexterous chiseling blistering hands baffle on lookers as coterie of topiary harvest breaths mind bogglingly astoundingly authentic rooted ready to frolic in the grass menagerie a gamesome group of linkedin live progeny, the MichelAngelo of dirtiest canvass, an earthen tabula rasa of sorts where application threshing re: electric cool laid ahs hid test brings out chlorophyll doppelganger green hued key luster.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
Topiary Comes To Life
Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila uber prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun kist animals at an exhibition transformed miraculously via Te Deum divine fist *** ping, whence realistic fauna burst alive with an explosion of colorful twist and shout of foliage, where scalloped super flu us detritus manna for naturalist de cid Jew us detritus capacious carpet boar animation punk chew waiting groundswell Liszt ghost would arise from the grave to pro deuce magnum opus without a beat missed such shrubbery mimicking the likeness, sans glistening fleshy sin yew, and gist about ready to become bone a fide (green behind the ears) thriving vox populist, per species and genus wrought thrashing into birth as delicate crafts man promised to imbue life, liberty and pursuit of happiness whittling away leavings, thus did exist the nascent then omnipresent visible entity emerging from cocoon an herbalist meta morph hosed from imagination of skilled, practiced and mentalist conniver viz extracting the initially obscure blessed beast, where with august magic wielding tools of this specialty vis a vis bringing breathing manifest destiny ala Pinocchio (trans formed from wood to flesh), whereby finest dexterous chiseling blistering hands baffle on lookers as coterie of topiary harvest breaths mind bogglingly astoundingly authentic rooted ready to frolic in the grass menagerie a gamesome group of linkedin live progeny, the MichelAngelo of dirtiest canvass, an earthen tabula rasa of sorts where application threshing re: electric cool laid ahs hid test brings out chlorophyll doppelganger green hued key luster.
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you made roses burst from my eyes and my ears when you whispered your love then decided you needed to trim the hedges
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:10 AM UTC
Hedge