That of the Present
And the seer's of nothing fore-told..
Though a-muck in the grind, and stenched at the pit; nay' bore ware the witnessed, It. A story yet...
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And the seer's of nothing fore-told..
Though a-muck in the grind, and stenched at the pit; nay' bore ware the witnessed, It. A story yet as shown, and that of the Present, as presently known; for they were up to their necks in it.
Beware the vine that tangles the toe, lest the ventual sever of breath. As that which goes unnoticed isn't so.
As a house full of boxes narrows the lane, and prohibits the all of view, such is that of the rambling squares; as a spewer of squabblings steer herdly declares, that back was given much; though back be that of a pocket, and that of their own.
And so the day came, and it was, and though the day spoke for Itself as a child, a myriad of forsaken tomorrow's rested upon the shoulders of one.
Present only heard, on the day, in the flow of water and word* and we set about to embracing a no other extreme..
In the second surrender, none knew what they had asked for.
In dreams of the mind, honor and praise, to the one who lived about all of his days, as a crafter of would, and that might I could as well. Be it survived the insnarement of hell.
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Though a-muck in the grind, and stenched at the pit; nay' bore ware the witnessed, It. A story yet as shown, and that of the Present, as presently known; for they were up to their necks in it.
Beware the vine that tangles the toe, lest the ventual sever of breath. As that which goes unnoticed isn't so.
As a house full of boxes narrows the lane, and prohibits the all of view, such is that of the rambling squares; as a spewer of squabblings steer herdly declares, that back was given much; though back be that of a pocket, and that of their own.
And so the day came, and it was, and though the day spoke for Itself as a child, a myriad of forsaken tomorrow's rested upon the shoulders of one.
Present only heard, on the day, in the flow of water and word* and we set about to embracing a no other extreme..
In the second surrender, none knew what they had asked for.
In dreams of the mind, honor and praise, to the one who lived about all of his days, as a crafter of would, and that might I could as well. Be it survived the insnarement of hell.
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