outlines and glory

Soon off to the island and its reddish clay will he be returning in its waves to play. A bus it is waiting and soon will depart but he will not advance too far from the start. The others competing are good and well-trained yet failure in winning his honor won't stain for in him a kernel of self-love does grow too small yet its outlines and glory to show. It's more for the fun and the camaraderie that he will be braving the roads and the sea wherefore he's not worried wherefore he'll just smile upon every breaker and every mile.

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but her peace

Now as these things happen she wants but her peace and all of my missives sent her way to cease. She's off in a city doing who knows what and to my love energies she's herself shut. This is why I don't date or oft give out feels or make many romantic partnership deals; I catch them when they're on the cusp of a change then watch them waltz out of my presence again then watch them find love with some far other man – it seems that for me this is the standard plan. I thought at the moment that she and I met that we would together some happiness get that we would together take a few more paces and not be here living in two different places. Her visage is lovely her heart it is kind and thoughts of shared moments still live in my mind but I must release her to take her own way and hope that she finds joy next week and today. Oh well what a pity our fun it was short there's not much else I am can now add or report for she's on her pathway and that is just grand and I'll keep on wandering from land to land.

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vanish and cease

The miles ticked by and his muscles did hold and he would keep moving lest sweat made him cold. His steed was another's that he'd borrowed when his own mount was stolen from a downtown fen. The sun on his skin and the wind in his hair reminded this whorphan both sullied and fair that his was a path unlike most others take that his was a fortune and a name to make. With fleet wheels inflated and well-applied grease his troubles and worries did vanish and cease as he made his way from one side to the next of this vast wide beautiful bright metroplex.

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knows neither wrong

This one is a winner her head is on right she'll lie there and stare at me half of the night. To cure this we'll camp out in a forest glen just me and a beautiful caring girlfriend and make us a fire right there on the heath to cure us of such ills as cellphones do wreak. With some luck we'll do it and grow us both close and give to our mingling a good healthy dose of care that's tender and often rough too but hey that's what couples who sacrifice do. Some things are imagined while others are real and there is no telling how persons might feel should they spend their time in much separate spaces with only few meetings done faces to faces. That Which Is Unnameable knows neither wrong nor right far near good bad cold hot weak or strong yet shelters the lover who gives her heart whole who loves from the depths and the shores of her soul. This touch will be gentle but later I'll grab pull spank shove choke fondle her, making her glad, and tingling such sensors as life in our flesh, our finely-tuned amazing miracle mesh.

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naught and hard

His yoga was surfing his language was naught and hard was the peace and the leisure he'd bought. His clothing did fit in the general surround and soft was the voice and the scent of his sound and dogs didn't bark when he would pass them by and kind was his handfall and soothing his eye. With but a few actions he'll reduce stress and set himself up for to just do his best as each of us humans here stuck on this tilt must do well with all of the cards we've been dealt.

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quick magical slide

Uncanny and welcoming hectic and vast is road-grid and heart of this city of class. Los Angeles friendo is where it is at where fortunes can change at the drop of a hat where a simple gesture can upset the tides and time does a fluid quick magical slide. Its highways and ocean its palm trees and dust its holy points one time to visit one must and bow to the fault-lines deep down and above that threaten with shaking yet embrace with love. It's fine to be back but there's not much left here that I haven't witnessed before through the years so where does that leave one who roams far and wide? To find within truth and to find it inside...

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fingers fret fleetly

Now questing for glory now resting his bones this whorphan spoke softly in small quiet tones. His days they were dwindling his comfort was much he longed not for riches or jewels and such but to just sit simply in simple abode alert to the voice of the Vast Central Node. His fingers fret fleetly across his keypad for which he was thankful overjoyed and glad and hot was the taste of her grasp on his thoughts with little the chance of her meeting he'd bought. One article's finished the other awaits and loudly do bay all the dogs at their gates but silence their whimpers when he passes by but not even they know just exactly why.

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