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Simpletons united; citizens’ infig… the righteous among US dying; oft… Simplicities mob, the Bourse as b… upon this societies in-servitude m… Supposition’s Asp’, asked
There is… this concern of stars hovering, “ober” our heads… Heady stuff, what awaits above! methodologies, of those southern
Selfish stoats wear familiar gloat… and fear a radar static’ scalping “Aqualung” to Jethro’s “bird” that spitting thing that Elle Mae broke the neck of…
The sands of time, are endlessly deep and eternally w… a void lost of mind, to all thought, of life ending lig… shifting forever over all,
Exclusion, the reasoned gist, of t… revised, reworked, reworded, towar… enticingly so, provision’s rend, u… nonresonant replies to this crude… Importance and what is valid truth…
read a few more books, and you too, can find higher words of wisdom and humanity... although it appears this consciousness dwells only in a book... sorry state of affairs for the mocker...
The bard, the muse, the low versif… each the times bemoan; stressed by compassion’s grasp, ingrained word sown life disowns; individualist rare, previews minds…
The movement, of all that there is… the Earth’s atmosphere is nearly t… nearly all there is; almost everyw… What is up, with it? This, in the… This movement bourne, of design an…
in the dream I am kind, of dreaming; masks worn in reality, break like crystal wine glasses; I am no more, than I know I am,
Poetic writes speak volumes too, this profound nature of humanity; expression’s glyph or determinatio… each soothing rhyme or base profan… provoke of consciousness that drif…
Human needs, beyond humankind’s gr… an interest sought upon thought’s… consciousness, mind’s ethereal hei… mulishly craves, life’s fragile qu… intentionally mind’s quoins’ impos…
Silence holds me as it’s prisoner my self’ inner child cries out for a complete release from solitude; does not quiet, a soul s…
Pathways, made with swollen stones… upon lays light so lost; narrow, dark, and dreary, thorned roses, edge walk’s walls; bleak, are lonely roads so trode,
It was me and every motion is my soul’s perfection is as always that beauty accordingly, I quarrel
Decrement, or reduction of things, like values say, the lack of taste for wanton and destructive wars or conflict’s victory at any cost, when subject to morale’s revenues
