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Avidly, the war of roses So settled an argument For a silent reproach, have what loses A yet and a set time, for a hidden arrangement Speed with a definitive smile On the behalf of ides we never sated Without the spoil to be, of an earning while Saved from a declining share, in fated... Doors In the vanity we make, with surreal liberty's Somewhere to love a silence, that has you to form Dreams and a stir of wonder, with a reaching host to seek Simple wishes for a graceful season, sun in the sharing... Shown the respite of sulking, a host has surmised we Worth the poise of open minds that say, the caring Special is ours, for a levity of serendipity? Yours? And the gift of may, that is my wish in the offering Of a sunshine as a halt to with, the contrary and dour Ear of couth, we hope is a silence with the moments, for my prophecy?
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Mar 16, 2024
Mar 16, 2024 at 4:04 AM UTC
What Gift Would You Give, Meager For A Birthday?
See the irony, the taste in the bible Sweet to homage, an honor of sight seen And believed to be, a necessary disciple With the common root to a living whim... Honor the dead, with the universes smile... Saved from presences of might, that calmly collected A hosts sedition, the showing taste of life, all the while Has a benign portion to its find, a host is its own reflected Spare, me the details of its decision, mutuality is a lot Candor was for king and queen before country, which amuses children Did is the only way to achieve a soul, as if love is an age not Begun with solaces interest, are we a finished thought to lend? Traitorousness aside The voice of freedom, to collect one more kindness If a realer simplicity is to be, the account of the times Where has a liberty been ever so much more than a calling, to this... Waiting for sunshine to prove? The stoic answer to all of a day, made for sincerity Was a willing hour, the voice we came to love? Regaled by a sorry eye one night, that life may know a reasons charity...
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Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 10:36 PM UTC
Tongues Of First And Last, Taken To You...
Music doesn’t belong to me It never has I thought I’d discovered it Well, actually I did It’s just that others Had gotten there before me I wanted it to be mine Because It made me feel Special Resplendent Alone but Less so So many dead musicians So many unborn So many much better than I It’s ok Because I Discovered music
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
Music Doesn’t Belong To Me