"thur" poems - Hello Poetry

Are you willing to take that chance? To give into my seductive tone? Let me touch your body with soft slow strokes. Submitting yourself for an experience that could be your deepest intimate moment. So let's go as far as much time you permit while my poison runs thur your bones. Let's be discretely devoted while my voice gives you the chills. A *** god willing to please his queen behind close doors.

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Sep 5, 2017

Sep 5, 2017 at 1:40 AM UTC

felix-dreams

Scorpio ***

Are you willing to take that chance? To give into my seductive tone? Let me touch your body with soft slow strokes. Submitting yourself for an experience that could be your deepest intimate moment. So let's go as far as much time you permit while my poison runs thur your bones. Let's be discretely devoted while my voice gives you the chills. A *** god willing to please his queen behind close doors.

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Stumbling into ancient scripts, authored a decades plus ago, ago being a modifier of time quantities, minute or large, unspecific without an objective adjective additive, that faucets a stream of an interlocutory elocution of a batter of rooted emotional histories, but not histrionics fanciful words for dredged up memories, acute, but tarnished, powered yet worn by a cousin of ago, a/k/a, age and yet renews as of, at this very second, as if it were a first, a tumult of visions, swelling of remembrances, embodied scars, and I weep anew but not for me, as much for the resonating simpatico souls with whom they even now vibrate with resonance of the immediacy of If not now, When? Aside: The exterior environment is noisy wet pelting of thunderstorms and ****** sheets of bulleting rain, piercing projectiles, but I am safe in the sunroom, sadly happy my dog is no longer here to shiver and tremble, cuddle and be soothed by steady stroking But I am here, wrestling with this dredging operation, digging up tons of sand that require dumping, and I ask, inquire, beg: Who will take this detritus off my hands, once more, now uncovered, now recovered, the soil is already soaked and can absorb no more, the soul is already soaked and can absorb no more, the weakened heart, damaged and occluded, suffer cannot bare twice the outrageous misfortune of unbared recollections, twice, or thrice, and I feel myself drowning in revisiting pain, **** **** **** these old poems, not nuggets, but boulders dropping from night skies, shot from a pitching machine, without letup, piercing of agonies that once ago freshly desecrated and decorated my basic training in humanity. Enough whining: *I wrote those poems to eject out those pains, and I write this now, once more, to realize that so so many still face uncertain and unrelenting similarities, doing their own sums, and I wish them easing, strength to compose and thereby dispose of the ineloquent and eloquent words of staining suffering* 3:30am Thur July 10 2025

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Jul 16, 2025

Jul 16, 2025 at 5:39 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Older poems, new readers, familiar thoughts...

Stumbling into ancient scripts, authored a decades plus ago, ago being a modifier of time quantities, minute or large, unspecific without an objective adjective additive, that faucets a stream of an interlocutory elocution of a batter of rooted emotional histories, but not histrionics fanciful words for dredged up memories, acute, but tarnished, powered yet worn by a cousin of ago, a/k/a, age and yet renews as of, at this very second, as if it were a first, a tumult of visions, swelling of remembrances, embodied scars, and I weep anew but not for me, as much for the resonating simpatico souls with whom they even now vibrate with resonance of the immediacy of If not now, When? Aside: The exterior environment is noisy wet pelting of thunderstorms and ****** sheets of bulleting rain, piercing projectiles, but I am safe in the sunroom, sadly happy my dog is no longer here to shiver and tremble, cuddle and be soothed by steady stroking But I am here, wrestling with this dredging operation, digging up tons of sand that require dumping, and I ask, inquire, beg: Who will take this detritus off my hands, once more, now uncovered, now recovered, the soil is already soaked and can absorb no more, the soul is already soaked and can absorb no more, the weakened heart, damaged and occluded, suffer cannot bare twice the outrageous misfortune of unbared recollections, twice, or thrice, and I feel myself drowning in revisiting pain, **** **** **** these old poems, not nuggets, but boulders dropping from night skies, shot from a pitching machine, without letup, piercing of agonies that once ago freshly desecrated and decorated my basic training in humanity. Enough whining: *I wrote those poems to eject out those pains, and I write this now, once more, to realize that so so many still face uncertain and unrelenting similarities, doing their own sums, and I wish them easing, strength to compose and thereby dispose of the ineloquent and eloquent words of staining suffering* 3:30am Thur July 10 2025

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Dil em tang shuda azi dunya awlay che kunum Purson maikunum, ini aale now ra che kunum Naona ika thur nako da chaye janum Aftiden da chaah, maigin awlay che kunem _________________________ Heart's feeling full of this life, what to do? Asking hence, with the newbies, what to do? Dip not fully the self, hey dear you shouldn't! Drowing in the well de despair, crying what to do? c. Teeri

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Oct 2, 2017

Oct 2, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC

FaisalAmin

'Mystic (V)'

Dil em tang shuda azi dunya awlay che kunum Purson maikunum, ini aale now ra che kunum Naona ika thur nako da chaye janum Aftiden da chaah, maigin awlay che kunem _________________________ Heart's feeling full of this life, what to do? Asking hence, with the newbies, what to do? Dip not fully the self, hey dear you shouldn't! Drowing in the well de despair, crying what to do? c. Teeri

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I remember learning about Japanese culture in elementary school. They taught us to say a few words, told us some Japanese stories, we learned how to fold Origami, and we got to try sushi and some Japanese candies. It was one of those cultural-week things. It was cool. Anyway, I remember at one point the teacher was telling us how every inflection matters when speaking Japanese, and that saying a word with the wrong inflection can turn it into a great insult. I remember thinking, "Wow, it must be really hard to speak Japanese." Only now, when I'm almost 45 years old, do I realize it is literally no easier to speak American English or any language for that matter. Every inflection counts, every word counts. There are uncountable ways to insult someone, and indeed to be insulted, and the path to speaking (or writing) without unwittingly tossing out insults like candy (don't throw sushi, it's very messy) is a narrow one. This is especially true when writing about something painful. I try (but probably still fail) to be sure when I write I [attempt to] take that into account. So, anyway. I just wanted to say, that if I have said something to offend you, such was not my intention. Just sayin, y'all be careful with that thur 'Murican English, it's loaded!

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Feb 26, 2021

Feb 26, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC

Jason_R_Michie

'Murican English

I remember learning about Japanese culture in elementary school. They taught us to say a few words, told us some Japanese stories, we learned how to fold Origami, and we got to try sushi and some Japanese candies. It was one of those cultural-week things. It was cool. Anyway, I remember at one point the teacher was telling us how every inflection matters when speaking Japanese, and that saying a word with the wrong inflection can turn it into a great insult. I remember thinking, "Wow, it must be really hard to speak Japanese." Only now, when I'm almost 45 years old, do I realize it is literally no easier to speak American English or any language for that matter. Every inflection counts, every word counts. There are uncountable ways to insult someone, and indeed to be insulted, and the path to speaking (or writing) without unwittingly tossing out insults like candy (don't throw sushi, it's very messy) is a narrow one. This is especially true when writing about something painful. I try (but probably still fail) to be sure when I write I [attempt to] take that into account. So, anyway. I just wanted to say, that if I have said something to offend you, such was not my intention. Just sayin, y'all be careful with that thur 'Murican English, it's loaded!

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Wutsa matter wit you? Whirr you frumm? You from summ furren country? Cain’t you tawk better den at? Murruhkunz doan tawk Inglush lie cat. We talk good Inglush. We tawk da bess Inglush. Ain’t nobody tawk better den us. Irregardless of whut kine uh furriner you are You could not tawk so ignernt. It’s a insult tah good Murrukuhns tawkin lie cat. You should be imburrst to tawk ataway in public. Should be ashaymt uh yerself. Yenno, peepo c’n perject thur ignernce ’N thur lack intelluhgunce so easy. They jess open up thur mouths ’N let the dumbness fall out ’N thur it is, fer alll to see. Yude thank they’d realize what dumshits they are ’N not let thur mouths write checks Thur butts cain’t cover. But, no. They’s flappin’ thur yaps an babblin’ ‘Bout nothin’ at all, ’n actin’ the pure fool Lack thur mamas din teach them nuthin. Well, nuthin’ good, at lease. Me, muhseff, I thank sumbuddy Shoulda kicked thur butts From here ta Sundee. But, thass jess me. I know thurs a buncha bleedin’ heart libralls out thur That wanna let peepo get by with crap jess ‘cause Sumbuddy is a Niger er ‘cause they’s Messcun Er sum kinda ******* heathen er ‘sump’n, But I thank thass jess wrong. Peepo gotta talk good jess to respeck the flag ’N God n’ country. Or go home. Yeah, go on back to whatever Godless place You ’n your race ’n yer ideas is okay. We rilly doan need ‘em here. We’s good, God fearing’ peepo and hard working too. So, if that ain’t you, *** on yer camel ’n ride Back tah whurever you cumm frumm Till you c’n tawk good Iinglush lack decent fokes.

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Jan 27, 2017

Jan 27, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

TAWK GOOD INGLUSH

Wutsa matter wit you? Whirr you frumm? You from summ furren country? Cain’t you tawk better den at? Murruhkunz doan tawk Inglush lie cat. We talk good Inglush. We tawk da bess Inglush. Ain’t nobody tawk better den us. Irregardless of whut kine uh furriner you are You could not tawk so ignernt. It’s a insult tah good Murrukuhns tawkin lie cat. You should be imburrst to tawk ataway in public. Should be ashaymt uh yerself. Yenno, peepo c’n perject thur ignernce ’N thur lack intelluhgunce so easy. They jess open up thur mouths ’N let the dumbness fall out ’N thur it is, fer alll to see. Yude thank they’d realize what dumshits they are ’N not let thur mouths write checks Thur butts cain’t cover. But, no. They’s flappin’ thur yaps an babblin’ ‘Bout nothin’ at all, ’n actin’ the pure fool Lack thur mamas din teach them nuthin. Well, nuthin’ good, at lease. Me, muhseff, I thank sumbuddy Shoulda kicked thur butts From here ta Sundee. But, thass jess me. I know thurs a buncha bleedin’ heart libralls out thur That wanna let peepo get by with crap jess ‘cause Sumbuddy is a Niger er ‘cause they’s Messcun Er sum kinda ******* heathen er ‘sump’n, But I thank thass jess wrong. Peepo gotta talk good jess to respeck the flag ’N God n’ country. Or go home. Yeah, go on back to whatever Godless place You ’n your race ’n yer ideas is okay. We rilly doan need ‘em here. We’s good, God fearing’ peepo and hard working too. So, if that ain’t you, *** on yer camel ’n ride Back tah whurever you cumm frumm Till you c’n tawk good Iinglush lack decent fokes.

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*hazard of counting time and words ~ stoops to foolhardy pacing wit-clogs hardly ever silent* 1. how seconds fall flat on its innocent face; loss of hands - clock no help at all as feelings croak in embrace of premature words; rig a string tight, not long after your first day 2. you didn’t know that where you were sent all in good faith put you plain on a danger-path ….. what sick traps awaited (and yet, exculpa non-fini) for, how could you fathom that trusted hands and friendly eyes coaxed your trust, engaged in what they never should... *the only sane thing to do is to live by the second….the minute….the hour ….. no more failing which, is scraping by on the leniency of second chances* S T, 22 aug - thur

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Aug 22, 2013

Aug 22, 2013 at 7:09 AM UTC

st64

second

*hazard of counting time and words ~ stoops to foolhardy pacing wit-clogs hardly ever silent* 1. how seconds fall flat on its innocent face; loss of hands - clock no help at all as feelings croak in embrace of premature words; rig a string tight, not long after your first day 2. you didn’t know that where you were sent all in good faith put you plain on a danger-path ….. what sick traps awaited (and yet, exculpa non-fini) for, how could you fathom that trusted hands and friendly eyes coaxed your trust, engaged in what they never should... *the only sane thing to do is to live by the second….the minute….the hour ….. no more failing which, is scraping by on the leniency of second chances* S T, 22 aug - thur

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1. small talk legs flayed she says nothing a lady says nothing right foot on the dreaming wall shift, 2. she says i could have been a son tap the ***** bone, twice will my knee, ankle bend, sweet tooth? point out where the corners slope here, bare 3. I hate how everyone here has two fif teens four thur tees I have no time and half a poem 4. will you be here? one *** em 5. the hills know i could have been a son my chest is sharp i am not soft like her i cannot hold this pose as long So come. 6. prodigal who? placeless, desperate curve hug the lonely back it's one for tee. 7. no hills. no streams no trees no arms no fingered palms inside me useless curve, reach. 8. i am the sun lunchtime, my appointment tomorrow, placeless prodigal one *** em, when I am softest when all edges are hot to burn softness you want to hold but won't.

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Nov 6, 2013

Nov 6, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC

christine-12

appointment

1. small talk legs flayed she says nothing a lady says nothing right foot on the dreaming wall shift, 2. she says i could have been a son tap the ***** bone, twice will my knee, ankle bend, sweet tooth? point out where the corners slope here, bare 3. I hate how everyone here has two fif teens four thur tees I have no time and half a poem 4. will you be here? one *** em 5. the hills know i could have been a son my chest is sharp i am not soft like her i cannot hold this pose as long So come. 6. prodigal who? placeless, desperate curve hug the lonely back it's one for tee. 7. no hills. no streams no trees no arms no fingered palms inside me useless curve, reach. 8. i am the sun lunchtime, my appointment tomorrow, placeless prodigal one *** em, when I am softest when all edges are hot to burn softness you want to hold but won't.

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Like a moth to a flame, I keep coming back to You, Like a ***** in heat I lift my tail to your flesh, I can smell you a mile away , on any given day.., I don't even like you, Don't want to do the things we do.... the hurt you cause me and the lies you give,, The promises all broken like my cheek with ya fist.., The mistrust I know so well as you Yell, while the words you say.., send me, condemning me to hell, This is whats given to me yet still can't seem to let you go, Let you be even when you make a fool of me, Why am I still here still around you, Why am I this way.. holding on to you Even when i say we're through It's over I say .., Then I cling to you.., The closer you get it seems the further you push me away, I run in opposite directions trying to fight the traffic you brought in my life.., The fist the kicks and slaps Broken ribs.., All coming my way , We're scared , Afraid to stay or go, stuck in the middle , Running in circles..., Trying to get back past lives...., The word's once said wasn't truly give in , To what I let you do to me, miss use me and bruise me.., Even when our bodies Touch I feel nor felt no lust I don't even let you too close to me .., I can't think and can't be who I want to be.. You only gave me part of yourself put half of you in to this .., and now I can't live with out it, I had to stop you , before never mind that NOW.., You're tearing me up even more, I'm like a flower to water drinking you into me .., The potions you seeping in me the lies and greed, just to control me mold me into what you seek.., Living for a taste of the freedom I had before I knew you, But I don't let you go , can't let you leave, See I got so used to the way you treat me, I don't even love you Nor ever liked you, The control I give to you I ask myself who are you , who am I And why did I let you take me as you did .., control me with sweet word's but never truly giving in to anything., Beautiful you said.., When I know I could do better, Why do I stay in your presences When you make me sick.., Real love don't hurt like this. But the Pleasure & Pain Are so meshed to together That I can't control my feelings there out of my grasps , YET I'm not revealing how you upset my life, I don't like you nor do I want you This control you got over me , I can't believe.., I let you in to my mind To find the weakness in me and do all these things to me, I know I'm better than what your giving SO Why do I take so much from you all that you do, What's keeping me here..., I know its not fear, For Death comes to us all and if it's my time to fall so be it, let me Fall, God have mercy on me, for give me for all my transgression AND I KNOW MY LIFE LESSONS. **** You , You win, But from what I been seeing and reading , I know know what it is , This **** you got me twisted in! Its a CYCLE And I'm in REPEAT or so you may think.., The CYCLE of you: ABUSE! (To those who have been in it or going Thur it; you can over come anything - I did!) Always me Ayeshah

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Mar 8, 2010

Mar 8, 2010 at 4:07 AM UTC

Ayeshah

The Cycle of you,

Like a moth to a flame, I keep coming back to You, Like a ***** in heat I lift my tail to your flesh, I can smell you a mile away , on any given day.., I don't even like you, Don't want to do the things we do.... the hurt you cause me and the lies you give,, The promises all broken like my cheek with ya fist.., The mistrust I know so well as you Yell, while the words you say.., send me, condemning me to hell, This is whats given to me yet still can't seem to let you go, Let you be even when you make a fool of me, Why am I still here still around you, Why am I this way.. holding on to you Even when i say we're through It's over I say .., Then I cling to you.., The closer you get it seems the further you push me away, I run in opposite directions trying to fight the traffic you brought in my life.., The fist the kicks and slaps Broken ribs.., All coming my way , We're scared , Afraid to stay or go, stuck in the middle , Running in circles..., Trying to get back past lives...., The word's once said wasn't truly give in , To what I let you do to me, miss use me and bruise me.., Even when our bodies Touch I feel nor felt no lust I don't even let you too close to me .., I can't think and can't be who I want to be.. You only gave me part of yourself put half of you in to this .., and now I can't live with out it, I had to stop you , before never mind that NOW.., You're tearing me up even more, I'm like a flower to water drinking you into me .., The potions you seeping in me the lies and greed, just to control me mold me into what you seek.., Living for a taste of the freedom I had before I knew you, But I don't let you go , can't let you leave, See I got so used to the way you treat me, I don't even love you Nor ever liked you, The control I give to you I ask myself who are you , who am I And why did I let you take me as you did .., control me with sweet word's but never truly giving in to anything., Beautiful you said.., When I know I could do better, Why do I stay in your presences When you make me sick.., Real love don't hurt like this. But the Pleasure & Pain Are so meshed to together That I can't control my feelings there out of my grasps , YET I'm not revealing how you upset my life, I don't like you nor do I want you This control you got over me , I can't believe.., I let you in to my mind To find the weakness in me and do all these things to me, I know I'm better than what your giving SO Why do I take so much from you all that you do, What's keeping me here..., I know its not fear, For Death comes to us all and if it's my time to fall so be it, let me Fall, God have mercy on me, for give me for all my transgression AND I KNOW MY LIFE LESSONS. **** You , You win, But from what I been seeing and reading , I know know what it is , This **** you got me twisted in! Its a CYCLE And I'm in REPEAT or so you may think.., The CYCLE of you: ABUSE! (To those who have been in it or going Thur it; you can over come anything - I did!) Always me Ayeshah

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My hand longs for your touch I just want to cuddle, I don't ask for much With you, I'd never kick or punch Just know that I love you a bunch And for you I care I wouldn't think of being with some one else, even on a dare But into your eyes I just want to stare Being without you I can't bare It just isn't fair How in her bed is her, but I can't sleep thur You make me happy like how yarn makes a cat purr It's impossible not to fall for your allure Sick without a cure, But it's nice Like sugar & spice How you're cute as a bunch of baby mice Eating little pieces of rice Let me give myself some advice, And that is to hold onto you For you're the cat to my meow and I'm the cow to your moo And the day I let you go, forever I will rue Because without you I'm nothing A heart is just something That pumps out your blood, but with you it's more like thud, thud, thud Without you I'm a car trapped in mud And grime Stealing your heart would be the perfect crime But around you I lose my breath like a mime And your personality is hot as currey thyme I'm in no hurry this time Because I can wait without worry that prime time won't attract you you'll stay humble And without you it's a daily struggle For you're as cute as a lady buggle And hopefully after this, next time I see you we can maybe snuggle? on a final note, when we get back together I'll quit liquor and pills since you're my natural high And to you I'll never tell a lie if I didn't have you and I tried that I wouldn't be able to get by As I hope you couldn't if you had another guy When I hear your voice I smile and say hi Even if it's just on the phone Just hearing your voice puts me on a throne And I melt like I didn't have a single bone You can have my heart forever, it doesn't have to be a loan You keep me grounded to Earth like a stone But you keep me out of this world like a space rova Because you're a supernova And I just wanna hold ya I love you, I already told ya And you already stole the Show thank God I got to sit in the front row You're so graceful like you're a pro And I want our relationship to grow Well I guess it will, but it's going so slow But I again, I can wait.

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Jan 19, 2015

Jan 19, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC

Parker-Louis

My Hands Long For Your Touch

My hand longs for your touch I just want to cuddle, I don't ask for much With you, I'd never kick or punch Just know that I love you a bunch And for you I care I wouldn't think of being with some one else, even on a dare But into your eyes I just want to stare Being without you I can't bare It just isn't fair How in her bed is her, but I can't sleep thur You make me happy like how yarn makes a cat purr It's impossible not to fall for your allure Sick without a cure, But it's nice Like sugar & spice How you're cute as a bunch of baby mice Eating little pieces of rice Let me give myself some advice, And that is to hold onto you For you're the cat to my meow and I'm the cow to your moo And the day I let you go, forever I will rue Because without you I'm nothing A heart is just something That pumps out your blood, but with you it's more like thud, thud, thud Without you I'm a car trapped in mud And grime Stealing your heart would be the perfect crime But around you I lose my breath like a mime And your personality is hot as currey thyme I'm in no hurry this time Because I can wait without worry that prime time won't attract you you'll stay humble And without you it's a daily struggle For you're as cute as a lady buggle And hopefully after this, next time I see you we can maybe snuggle? on a final note, when we get back together I'll quit liquor and pills since you're my natural high And to you I'll never tell a lie if I didn't have you and I tried that I wouldn't be able to get by As I hope you couldn't if you had another guy When I hear your voice I smile and say hi Even if it's just on the phone Just hearing your voice puts me on a throne And I melt like I didn't have a single bone You can have my heart forever, it doesn't have to be a loan You keep me grounded to Earth like a stone But you keep me out of this world like a space rova Because you're a supernova And I just wanna hold ya I love you, I already told ya And you already stole the Show thank God I got to sit in the front row You're so graceful like you're a pro And I want our relationship to grow Well I guess it will, but it's going so slow But I again, I can wait.

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Can you walk across this bridge with me hold my hand and help me Thur because I don't think I'm go make it Thur the day with no one by my side I tried not to cry and hold it in and stand strong and cover up what's inside I can't anymore I have to cry being strong just won't cut it holding on I'm getting weak so I'm going to fall I feel like Humpty dumpy all my pieces are gone broken up all over the ground I'm sorry im not good enough for this roll but can you walk across the bridge with me hold my and watch me sleep then leave me at peace....

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Nov 1, 2016

Nov 1, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC

courtney-shields

Landon BRIDGE

Can you walk across this bridge with me hold my hand and help me Thur because I don't think I'm go make it Thur the day with no one by my side I tried not to cry and hold it in and stand strong and cover up what's inside I can't anymore I have to cry being strong just won't cut it holding on I'm getting weak so I'm going to fall I feel like Humpty dumpy all my pieces are gone broken up all over the ground I'm sorry im not good enough for this roll but can you walk across the bridge with me hold my and watch me sleep then leave me at peace....

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A glance at the top left corner 10:30pm wed Another, 11:37pm wed One more 1:22 am Thur Just this time, 5:13 am thur Only a little longer, 7:48am thur How did I let it get this way...

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Feb 10, 2021

Feb 10, 2021 at 12:10 PM UTC

HeyItsMeep

Slipping away

A glance at the top left corner 10:30pm wed Another, 11:37pm wed One more 1:22 am Thur Just this time, 5:13 am thur Only a little longer, 7:48am thur How did I let it get this way...

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Your words are playful So let me play it one more time

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Oct 3, 2019

Oct 3, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC

WndlBctn

Thur

Your words are playful So let me play it one more time

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