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Typewriter's Have my dread If random waiters? Listening for the phone, patience's lead I type like a fool See my chaste, with perception I have officially lost my cool... As a redress, for spoken introspection, we seem Care and character have their fools... More than a corrected future Few a strength, with the voice of youth Call it crass, an impunity is bred to keep curiosity? Jaded or judged words of defiance...? Solemn time, in a year's clock Share the skip, of Friday the thirteenth We have other words, to viciously mock?! Victim of heroines? A heed of suggestion, calls me... On the typewriter (which always wins...?) Where is a telephone more a friend, than dread in holy deeds; dear me... Is; your fate is with meager Toil and baffled eggs, I wearily tell Of what interim, there is, to the devil With his horns and forked tail, pursuing you from hell? They seek; gum removers And, gum without a tired eye... Are you a decency, with a misery of lovers? Should a lover sleep with you, when shoulders ask if submission is yours for a pipe? Hello, austerity My many and stultified mercy Is a role in a quieter city With a rise of mercy, to the level of heaven, where it's even mine to worry... Count me in... A hated smile, favoring nothing's eyes A patient stir of shame, to sin...? All in the way, for a devoted face to keep why...?
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Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 2:58 AM UTC
david-hilburn
Giving A Child A Reason To Hate Me? (Subway Demon's)
Typewriter's Have my dread If random waiters? Listening for the phone, patience's lead I type like a fool See my chaste, with perception I have officially lost my cool... As a redress, for spoken introspection, we seem Care and character have their fools... More than a corrected future Few a strength, with the voice of youth Call it crass, an impunity is bred to keep curiosity? Jaded or judged words of defiance...? Solemn time, in a year's clock Share the skip, of Friday the thirteenth We have other words, to viciously mock?! Victim of heroines? A heed of suggestion, calls me... On the typewriter (which always wins...?) Where is a telephone more a friend, than dread in holy deeds; dear me... Is; your fate is with meager Toil and baffled eggs, I wearily tell Of what interim, there is, to the devil With his horns and forked tail, pursuing you from hell? They seek; gum removers And, gum without a tired eye... Are you a decency, with a misery of lovers? Should a lover sleep with you, when shoulders ask if submission is yours for a pipe? Hello, austerity My many and stultified mercy Is a role in a quieter city With a rise of mercy, to the level of heaven, where it's even mine to worry... Count me in... A hated smile, favoring nothing's eyes A patient stir of shame, to sin...? All in the way, for a devoted face to keep why...?
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