#sneezes - Hello Poetry

How is yet, our soul purpose? Aged reciprocation, a queue of wrath Since apt, is a war with no host... Places of passion, set to a music to never add Odd, the taste Of vehemence's flower Set to sweeter haste Implied ordeals have a certain power... Mercy, no more... A mirror of lewd fantasy Seeing me step forward Has harbored, my indignity... Salt, I know you Quiet, when fingers of the sun Arrange the day, for a wind to blow An image saving not, from a seldom, so cunning... Professed voices With a moment, to look and see... A curse so sweet, presence of a choice That has a hand, for each blindness we be...

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Jun 7, 2024

Jun 7, 2024 at 2:21 PM UTC

david-hilburn

The Proper Hour, Of A World's Sneeze

How is yet, our soul purpose? Aged reciprocation, a queue of wrath Since apt, is a war with no host... Places of passion, set to a music to never add Odd, the taste Of vehemence's flower Set to sweeter haste Implied ordeals have a certain power... Mercy, no more... A mirror of lewd fantasy Seeing me step forward Has harbored, my indignity... Salt, I know you Quiet, when fingers of the sun Arrange the day, for a wind to blow An image saving not, from a seldom, so cunning... Professed voices With a moment, to look and see... A curse so sweet, presence of a choice That has a hand, for each blindness we be...

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Tender strength, sender's excuse A sneeze to reach to tomorrow Avid, we determine a silence was... A house of compromise, sincerity, and willfulness, to borrow... Burden yourself with a memory, some other dainty... A question thought liberty, driven by the wind Has visited me, in the couth of decency's charity Simple lessons of anger, and the angel of succumbing kin... Redoubt is my only defense... Pied, or provided a callous soul, the taint? I seek is a lip with no meaning, meant in the essence We direct to such, a season of wishes, we compare to ain't... Anarchy in love, the thought to reason Anarchy in though, the times found me a shown few Anarchy in decision's, a guarantee of blinder moments Anarchy in ascertainment, a host of wisdom to look at you A yawn with no future...? As shrewd as furious days make a prayer, a seclusion Catching mine, in measure and deliberate other, is a cure Forces in voices, and the rationality of mercy; loves only intrusion? Psyche Can I have my weight in gold, a tarter heaven? So wished for, so washed of another fight... With heaven, to remember succor in forms of resolve to come by, loving...

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Dec 12, 2023

Dec 12, 2023 at 12:14 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Kisses Stolen By Youth, Still Provide...

Tender strength, sender's excuse A sneeze to reach to tomorrow Avid, we determine a silence was... A house of compromise, sincerity, and willfulness, to borrow... Burden yourself with a memory, some other dainty... A question thought liberty, driven by the wind Has visited me, in the couth of decency's charity Simple lessons of anger, and the angel of succumbing kin... Redoubt is my only defense... Pied, or provided a callous soul, the taint? I seek is a lip with no meaning, meant in the essence We direct to such, a season of wishes, we compare to ain't... Anarchy in love, the thought to reason Anarchy in though, the times found me a shown few Anarchy in decision's, a guarantee of blinder moments Anarchy in ascertainment, a host of wisdom to look at you A yawn with no future...? As shrewd as furious days make a prayer, a seclusion Catching mine, in measure and deliberate other, is a cure Forces in voices, and the rationality of mercy; loves only intrusion? Psyche Can I have my weight in gold, a tarter heaven? So wished for, so washed of another fight... With heaven, to remember succor in forms of resolve to come by, loving...

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That sound we make when noses itch inside. We breathe in deeply, shut eyes, noses hide. The squeal, "AH CHOO!" sounding like loud trains. "Bless you," and "Thank you," our friends and we say.

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Oct 15, 2014

Oct 15, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC

amanda-w-1

Why Do We Sneeze?

That sound we make when noses itch inside. We breathe in deeply, shut eyes, noses hide. The squeal, "AH CHOO!" sounding like loud trains. "Bless you," and "Thank you," our friends and we say.

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