Gord
2025-07-09 10:11 pm
On canvas, paint, Faint inner lines, One day, help will arrive. Fox to maggots, sages alike, Not passion, lies, One day, help will arrive. Small matters, aside, Lay awake in the night, Doorways open, Like man and a knife. All that matters is survival, Today, protection of life. Black magic, paint, What makes things mine? Fate, or time? I can't say faithfully, Hopefully, one day, help will arrive.
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Gord
2025-07-09 06:18 am
Wide use of incense, Tight, in defence, Armside, spiderwebs, Tight looking threads, Bride beside herself. In a sense, I require less, No accidental catch, No incidental crash, No occidental trash, Private gestures, wider netting, Quiet letters for me, tellings, Over ornamental brass setting. Is that too much to ask?
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