Autum worcester
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God sees all that you decide to be on the sapphire sea for there is no place for enough to flee where he wont be.

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My hopes are to achieve purity of soul through providence, so that i may reap the rewards of someone to share it with, & pass on my knowledge, although limited at this point, through my writing. Note: although they are labeled as other voice, almost... more

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menie mieryrz
to stare, to stare upon a mirror that is the pain we bear, & feel, yet not fret, but fake as you rake our lives thrown upon the ground where we've always sat; to sleek it beyond ourselves, beyond yourselves, beyond your elves you weave lies, while we weave your ties; wishing ever to tighten them to free ours, but for my son i remain sold, yet yours he is, not ours, in both body, & soul for more in hours of your hold, raised to be razed by praise, & siezed by desire for so far are his needs, & so near are the niave, but i say many are not eve after evil, after evil, but fear of fear, tearing of tears of tears befell them, & before them, before, & surely after; with a promise of care ever so unclear upon a mirky pool, so still stirred now, & their growth spurred; across a coarse moat to a granite boat, of course but to coat, & shine a mail for rich, & poor whether steel or ore or, or, that is the the way we are, that is how rare we are, forced to travel farther than our par; so i leave this note for your pining time, when a pint or two might be nice before you're twenty one.

menie mieryrz

to stare, to stare upon a mirror that is the pain we bear, & feel, yet not fret, but fake as you rake our lives thrown upon the ground where we've always sat; to sleek it beyond ourselves, beyond yourselves, beyond your elves you weave lies, while we weave your ties; wishing ever to tighten them to free ours, but for my son i remain sold, yet yours he is, not ours, in both body, & soul for more in hours of your hold, raised to be razed by praise, & siezed by desire for so far are his needs, & so near are the niave, but i say many are not eve after evil, after evil, but fear of fear, tearing of tears of tears befell them, & before them, before, & surely after; with a promise of care ever so unclear upon a mirky pool, so still stirred now, & their growth spurred; across a coarse moat to a granite boat, of course but to coat, & shine a mail for rich, & poor whether steel or ore or, or, that is the the way we are, that is how rare we are, forced to travel farther than our par; so i leave this note for your pining time, when a pint or two might be nice before you're twenty one.

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anholie phladc
i ask keep the peace, not reap what you find your keep, if only you looked deeper upon your book's pages; both speaking vivid images of none, equal are the sun, & the moon, as they have passed over every dune at every noon, as we know you have done israel, persecuted, & spun,& palestein ever present in much the same, except for those who claim to represent you, as you are resented for what, you have done? so trust israel it is not worth repent for peace, for your ancient oath is no longer used for what it was meant, & was there not but one hull, that carried the whole earth's life, not two, or has now each your own tragedies flooded your heart? yet through trial we grow, but without amity, our grapes won't show, but furment as all are drunk with woe for a war, without a foe.

anholie phladc

i ask keep the peace, not reap what you find your keep, if only you looked deeper upon your book's pages; both speaking vivid images of none, equal are the sun, & the moon, as they have passed over every dune at every noon, as we know you have done israel, persecuted, & spun,& palestein ever present in much the same, except for those who claim to represent you, as you are resented for what, you have done? so trust israel it is not worth repent for peace, for your ancient oath is no longer used for what it was meant, & was there not but one hull, that carried the whole earth's life, not two, or has now each your own tragedies flooded your heart? yet through trial we grow, but without amity, our grapes won't show, but furment as all are drunk with woe for a war, without a foe.

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Antaemabel
As nature whispers in my ear i wander in fear; hearing but not heeding, for i declare: how may something be wild, yet fair? Untamable, & filled with care; wandering past many thorns neither foe, nor friend, connecting contradictions i could care less for, for i care so little i don't bother to, & nigh i wouldn't but upon high they rage of my age, & my loneliness as a hermit sage, them living through my future their past, even as my contradictions don't last they aren't justified, & their taste is my past, but my fate i find won't be much better, & with less fame i am crowned with shame, not righteousness to rule my name, yet my views stay the same, not untrue for it never was but cruel for i always said how, not why, when i met the person to whom i could not lie; standing so high like the sun as i looked, & was no longer blinded to the pitiable clouds of my doubt, & as your phases last i follow fast your light to light to catch fast, but worth every moment to fast, to fast.

Antaemabel

As nature whispers in my ear i wander in fear; hearing but not heeding, for i declare: how may something be wild, yet fair? Untamable, & filled with care; wandering past many thorns neither foe, nor friend, connecting contradictions i could care less for, for i care so little i don't bother to, & nigh i wouldn't but upon high they rage of my age, & my loneliness as a hermit sage, them living through my future their past, even as my contradictions don't last they aren't justified, & their taste is my past, but my fate i find won't be much better, & with less fame i am crowned with shame, not righteousness to rule my name, yet my views stay the same, not untrue for it never was but cruel for i always said how, not why, when i met the person to whom i could not lie; standing so high like the sun as i looked, & was no longer blinded to the pitiable clouds of my doubt, & as your phases last i follow fast your light to light to catch fast, but worth every moment to fast, to fast.

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hielyng
sending an arrow through many hearts, the arrogant sieve the worthy upon their narrow charts for their healing arts; seeking treasures like fools, sharing only to the poor who will be their tools, to kneel in race for prizes claimed by prying hands, grinding upon the beggars unweary minds, but you a saint, residing upon the world's hour so late; quieting the flames for comfort to lives you see the same as any man with a vowled name; without fame seeked, or named, with a cain beneath your cloak, not in shame, but to save the binding dime for lives of winding time; shying, & crying in solemn chime, in search for silent signs of merciful minds, even as they say no, & don't know the ways, & the lines will you deny them their lives?

hielyng

sending an arrow through many hearts, the arrogant sieve the worthy upon their narrow charts for their healing arts; seeking treasures like fools, sharing only to the poor who will be their tools, to kneel in race for prizes claimed by prying hands, grinding upon the beggars unweary minds, but you a saint, residing upon the world's hour so late; quieting the flames for comfort to lives you see the same as any man with a vowled name; without fame seeked, or named, with a cain beneath your cloak, not in shame, but to save the binding dime for lives of winding time; shying, & crying in solemn chime, in search for silent signs of merciful minds, even as they say no, & don't know the ways, & the lines will you deny them their lives?

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tailc av ynphynytie
for mia & lucky: upon the tilled earth's tiles, many walked single file for miles, but you stood out, ever aglow to my eyes so new so low, you are a foe to my drear, & woe, & by many haughty thoughts designed to stir my feelings, found absurd, I assured at your caring stare to carry me away to isles unknown, for it is only your love, the force I may never fully know, that may bring me to infinity's comprehension, to hours of their own unneed; planting seeds to see for their own, & fill the fields, while healing the wilds so they may bade our feet not a defile, & we may walk upon the endless miles of mended tiles frameless, & without the briars of many liers upon the high wire; searching for their souls buyer to lower them, but we will rest in peace with the retiring earth in its tire: rejecting them like water upon fire.

tailc av ynphynytie

for mia & lucky: upon the tilled earth's tiles, many walked single file for miles, but you stood out, ever aglow to my eyes so new so low, you are a foe to my drear, & woe, & by many haughty thoughts designed to stir my feelings, found absurd, I assured at your caring stare to carry me away to isles unknown, for it is only your love, the force I may never fully know, that may bring me to infinity's comprehension, to hours of their own unneed; planting seeds to see for their own, & fill the fields, while healing the wilds so they may bade our feet not a defile, & we may walk upon the endless miles of mended tiles frameless, & without the briars of many liers upon the high wire; searching for their souls buyer to lower them, but we will rest in peace with the retiring earth in its tire: rejecting them like water upon fire.

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Tha cait av lav`s blaindnyc.
Our love is a dove; flying high above upon the the blue sky, it is not a lie of the eye, & in the forgotten fields of my heart i could feel your stare so fair for in your blindness of the eye you saw the beauty of my sigh, as i grew cold you found me like gold, & as we grow old in the fields of flowers whithered our love will thrive thither to the silver river of waters of wonder; giving neither shiver, nor tear for it is the life of years past, & you my wife pass through it you give me the power to peer beyond the pain to the peaceful palace of the farthest past.

Tha cait av lav`s blaindnyc.

Our love is a dove; flying high above upon the the blue sky, it is not a lie of the eye, & in the forgotten fields of my heart i could feel your stare so fair for in your blindness of the eye you saw the beauty of my sigh, as i grew cold you found me like gold, & as we grow old in the fields of flowers whithered our love will thrive thither to the silver river of waters of wonder; giving neither shiver, nor tear for it is the life of years past, & you my wife pass through it you give me the power to peer beyond the pain to the peaceful palace of the farthest past.

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Ancien laenc
I walk upon a path much trodden, yet there are many lanes upon it, & most must gaze far to see me, running free; ever worrying about invisible cars.

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Wyzdam
Wisdom is not the creation of itself, but the following of a righteous path; already in place.

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Hert
I do not wear my heart upon my sleeve, i wear it upon my head as a hat; so that i may contemplate, & learn from it.

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Perphekshan
Imperfection is perfection, for if we were perfect we would have nothing to strive to be, & our life would be meaningless.

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