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The ballad of smokin Joe rudeboy
Yeehaw
Ocs belong to:
Lial Parkers- me
Lane love bug - @l0nelyappariti0n
Wylie- @beaniemace
Favian- @s3al-t3mprr
Lilac- @poppingsmoothie
Au by @ultimaid
#art#digital art#smile for me#smile for me game#sfm game#dr habit#boris habit#kamal bora#oc#original character#jimothan botch#parsley botch#gerry podunk#trencil varnnia#grigory habit#the twins#martha s4m#Tim tam#wallus#smilin' west au#smilin west au#smilin west#the smilin west#the smilin’ west
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i have gotten an influx of notes on my old smilin’ west posts lately. to those new to the au, i apologize for being a danganronpa blog now. but i do still have fondness in my heart for it.
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LANE AND LUVLOW IN THE SMILIN' WEST AU NO WAY *pointing*
Also silly
#s4m#smile for me#art#luvlow oc#smilin' west au#s4m au#THE SILLIES ARE SILLING AGAIN#smile for me oc
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@x3n05 SURPRISE!!!!! I was your Secret Santa!!! Hope you like it!! When I saw one of the requests was Smilin' West AU I was so happy, I've never drawn any Smilin' West stuff before! Thank you @sfmsecretsanta for hosting!!!
#smile for me#smile for me game#smile for me secret santa 2023#dr. habit#boris habit#smilin' west au#my art#buggy's arts
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good west coast morning babyyy. my roommate came back from the pier on your birthday, handed me this and said "to celebrate kristina's return" and now its a centerpiece on the fridge <3
no way lol im smilin like a dummy right now... california baby
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Country Romps Prompt List
Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!
Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!
Well, we were sittin' on a truck bed When it started rainin', she said, "I don't mind"
Gettin' down on one knee on her mama's porch Just prayin' she don't say, "No"
Moonlight on the back seat, Breeze through the wires, Springsteen on the speakers, Girl, I'm on fire
Got her dancin' in a white sundress
There's a rumor going 'round about me and you
You weren't really tryin', next thing you know There's a test on the counter,
'Cause a girl like her on a night like this Make a man wanna stay right where he is
Or the road's too muddy to drive
And your left hand's gettin' used to that ring
You're wearin' scrubs and a funny white hat And the doctor's sayin', "How you doin' there, dad?"
I'm racing through the desert Thinking I can catch her But losing ground in this Chevrolet
Next thing I know I had my blue jeans hangin' on a tree limb
So tell me why we even trying to deny this feeling I feel it, don't you feel it too?
You get to know your wife again And you're more in love than you've ever been
Well, it was four in the mornin' when the storm quit stormin'
We didn't have a towel, didn't have dry clothes She was smilin' and sayin', "Hold me, I'm cold"
We made a blanket out of that sundress
You swear that you're stayin' single, next thing you know You meet a girl at a bar
Cold walk in December Warming up your hands
Blanket down in the backyard
Ask me if I'm staying and I say that I'm sleeping on the floor
I wonder if she sat there stirring vodka with a straw Was she counting down the seconds, or maybe having second thoughts?
I awoke to kitchen smoke, you dancin' like God's moved in you before
Sweet hearts kiss in the dark
I can do whatever you want me to do, baby
He's just a boy in working boots It didn't work, so you cut him loose
Remember jumping in the pool when we was fully clothed in August
The wine always affects you in beautiful kind ways
Grab me by the hands Just as callused as I am Say you're proud
I didn't know if we were over, or just on the rocks
'Cause lately I've been needing someone to remind me I'm worth more than just an evening
I met somebody and he's got blue eyes, He opens the door and he don't make me cry
And you've got flames all in your eyes As they reflect the sparkler And you say we'll never die
You were nappin' on my arms on a Sunday afternoon
He's an asshole from back home
Girl, you just don't get it I'd fall right back with one slip
He'd take you home but he's too drunk to drive
Then he meets one that's hurting too While he's kissing her, he's missing you
We buried him out in the wind 'neath the West Coast stars
Go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like
Well, look in my eyes, I don't wan' to hide I've been waiting for you all damn night
Mama, I'm callin', I've got some news, Don't ya tell daddy, he'll blow a fuse
And oh, they said he hit that guardrail at half past three
#joe velasco#mike duarte#Matt Garza#Brendon Acres#Sonny Quinn#Brock Reynolds#Trent Sawyer#Eric Blackburn#Greg Lestrade#Jack Hodgson#David Hale#S.W.A.T:#Rodrigo Sanchez#Donovan Rocker#Roy Kent#Beau Simpson#Diego Hargreeves#Cordell Walker#Captain Larry James#Dan Miller#Matt Keller#Rip Wheeler#Travis Wheatley#Ryan Yellowstone#Walker Yellowstone
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blue skies, smilin' at me
(leo x laia | 2296 words | fluff, alternate meeting | on ao3)
While Laia hadn't visited West Park much, it was more lively than she'd ever seen it. Children shouted in glee on the playground to her left, which didn't seem to bother the old men focused on their chess match nearby. A mother passing by Laia's bench rushed her daughter to eat her popsicle before it melted. Even the dogs seemed louder than usual, playing without any care for the runners using the track.
It was a beautiful, sunny day with a clear sky. No wonder so many people had decided to take advantage of it.
But Laia's attention was mostly occupied by the volleyball match near her. She knew enough to guess who was winning — and even if she hadn't, the team that kept coming together for a quick high five was enough to clue her in. By now, she almost understood the rules of the game. So when the tall, golden copper-haired guy gracefully jumped and slapped the ball into the other's team court, she knew enough to get that he'd scored for his team — again.
"Nice one, Nolan!" someone shouted, and the guy turned, smile radiant.
For a second, his eyes met Laia's, but she averted her gaze, pretending she hadn't been looking. She positioned her pencil above the page on her lap, as if she was considering where to start drawing. In truth, there was no more space on this sheet. It was all filled with sketches of the players — mostly the golden-haired one.
In Laia's defense, it was just practice, and she would never show it to anyone. She hadn't even known she was going to draw anything. She thought she couldn't, at this point, considering how long it had been. But the day was so beautiful that she thought, Maybe I'll have something to say about it.
No one was more surprised than her at the fact that, yes, she actually found something worth committing to the page.
It wasn't just the fact that he was... ridiculously beautiful. It was the way he seemed made to come alive under the sun, his smile bright and inviting; the way he moved his hair out of his face. He was just mesmerizing to watch, and Laia found herself wanting others to see him, too. To feel his presence and the sunny warmth he radiated with every movement. That's what she had been trying to portray.
Looking at the sketches, she wasn't sure she had succeeded. They were messy, as they were supposed to be. They captured his movements, and the anatomy was wonky only in a couple of places. One of her favorites was the doodle of his hands, stretched high to block the incoming ball. But would a hypothetical viewer fall in love with him?
Laia sighed, turned the page, and began afresh, searching around for other beautiful things worthy of being remembered. And, in a way, everyone here was. Everyone had that spark. Everyone looked kind. The day was beautiful, and that was worth celebrating and a miracle in its own right. Imagine that. If someone, centuries from now, saw what Laia was seeing, they, too, would be in love. She wanted to record that.
So she tried. She put it all down, trying to commit the movement and life to page; the trees, the volleyball court — and she tried not to spend too much time perfecting one particular player — the playground, the food stand to her right, the sandy footsteps left behind on the grass. The dogs, the old ladies power walking on the track, the bicycles with their little bells. A couple of girlfriends having a picnic in the distance.
When she was done, she looked at it.
Laia... didn't hate it.
Her heart fluttered in her chest — a stupid reaction to messy lines, she knew, but it had been so long since she hadn't hated something she made. And, true, this wasn't exactly a full original or anything, but it was a first step.
She raised her gaze to the park once more, and saw the golden volleyball player looking at her.
Laia looked away first again, eyes falling on a little boy trying to recapture his dog's leash, and his parents chasing him on top of that. She tried not to laugh, but when she peeked at the court again, he seemed to be smiling too. So.
Someone in the court shouted something before the volleyball hit the man on the head.
Instinctively, Laia almost stood up — but before she found out what she even intended to do, the guy started laughing. His cheeks flushed pink, and Laia couldn't move from her seat even if she wanted to.
God.
Then he smiled at her, and she smiled back.
Someone, a blond bearded guy, patted her favorite player's arm, saying something to him, and the spell broke. Laia managed to tear her gaze away and back down. She absentmindedly added a pretty yellow butterfly who was playing with the flower bushes, ignoring the heat on her cheeks.
It was just a guy. The flutter in her heart would pass. Lastville was big enough that she would probably never see him again, which— Well. There was no way someone that mesmerizing was single anyway, so.
Laia turned the page, once again unsure what to draw next. This park had other interesting subjects, as the previous drawing showed. She forced herself to find them.
She lost herself in the familiar sensation of being enraptured in creation. Trying not to correct herself that much, she just followed the flow of the lines, drawing one subject after the next and trying to portray their beauty. Filling the in-between space with veronica plants, like the pretty ones framing the runner's track.
Laia jumped when someone sat beside her on the bench. Heart racing again, she hid her sketchbook on her chest and looked up.
There he was.
Up close, he was somehow even more captivating. He had freckles — little stars on the expanse of slightly tanned skin. He was just so much more alive than she had been capturing. The lines weren't enough. She needed a world of colors to properly portray him. Sage green for his eyes; fire for his hair, whose tips were slightly dripping as he moved them out of his face; rose pink for his lips, now smiling softly at her.
He had a towel around his shoulders and a clean, baby blue shirt. When had he... had she missed him taking off his shirt?!
Laia wished she wasn't as angry with herself about it as she was.
"Hi. Do you like volleyball?" he asked, the friendliest smile she had ever seen gracing his face and bringing her back from her stupid thoughts.
"A bit," she said, only half-lying. The past hour proved sports could have their appeal. And before he could do something insane, like invite her to the team, Laia hurried to add, "Just watching, though. I'm not very good at playing... anything."
Which he would hopefully never find out was an understatement.
"Right." Little crinkles formed in the corner of his eyes when he smiled. Her fingers suddenly itched to capture that, that genuineness. She hadn't, in her sketches. Not like this. "You're an artist?"
Why, oh why — and how — was he attentive? She was pretty sure she had been discrete!
She hugged the sketchbook closer, as if she could hide it from view.
"No! No, not at all, uh. I'm an art restorer, actually."
He perked up. "Oh, wait, that's really cool! I mean, I don't know much about art." He scratched the back of his head, averting his gaze for just a second before he looked back at her. "But I bet you're one of those people who understands what to look for in a painting."
Laia's heart raced. Intellectually, she understood that if she said something like, It's not that difficult, really. If you'd like, we could go to a museum sometime and I can show you how to do it, and then maybe we could go for coffee afterwards?, then maybe he wouldn't say no.
But the words got jumbled and stuck in her throat. And by the time she got the courage to say it, the moment had passed, and she hated herself.
He continued, though. "Can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
"Were you drawing us?"
To say no would technically not be a lie, because she hadn't drawn the other players that much, and certainly not all of them. Laia bit her lip, looking away, trying to decide which one would be the least bad option.
But ultimately, she didn't want to lie to him.
"A bit." She hurried to amend, "Just for practice, and just— doodles, really. Not proper drawings. And don't worry, they'll never see the light of day."
He slowly nodded. Then he smiled, playful. "Not even for the muse?"
Laia hated how much she liked that. Her entire being was momentarily thrown in disarray, heat flushing her cheeks, joy speeding her heart. She had to take a deep breath before she could find words again.
"I suppose exceptions can be made." Because, honestly, she wasn't sure how to deny him anything. And while she wasn't necessarily confident in her work, she was curious.
So Laia carefully untucked the sketchbook from her chest, turned back a few pages, double checked the sketches she'd made, and showed him.
She had chosen a double-spread with only him. Random assortment of poses he'd struck while playing the game filled the second page, but a single drawing occupied the entire first one — him facing the viewer and laughing, hand keeping the hair out of his face. What it lacked in detail, she had made up in feeling and in technique, she thought. It was the closest she had gotten to rendering his light on paper and pencil.
As he watched the pages, she watched him. He looked so serious, careful. Seemingly unconsciously, he raised his fingertips to the page, but stopped before he made contact. For a second, he seemed to blink in recognition, like she did whenever she recognized the style of a painting or a signature mark, but it faded as quickly as it'd come.
Still, he slowly smiled (there it was again, that genuineness), eyes darting around the sketches, but coming back to that first one. She hoped he could feel the care she'd taken.
"Well"—he cleared his throat—"I mean no offense to your profession, but if you're not an artist, then I don't understand the art world."
That startled a little laugh out of her, and now his smile was directed at her. Laia had to resist the urge to look away, not because she didn't want to look, but because his attention was so— intense, so addictive.
"I'm Leo, by the way."
It suited him. She liked it.
"Laia."
"So, Laia," he said, mischief evident in his tone. "I don't have art that can be restored, I don't think. But, I heard that artists sometimes do, like, patronages? Like, that thing where"—his cheeks were beginning to turn rosier, and Laia fell a little more in love—"where a client pays for something specific?"
She waited a second before replying, just to mess with him. "Yes, I know what you mean."
Relieved, his grin came back. "Oh, right, of course." He scratched the back of his head again. "Do you work with those?"
No. Not at all.
"Yes! What were you thinking?"
Was this unprofessional?
...Nah. In a way, if she was taking more work, it was more professional, really.
"Right, so," Leo took his phone out of his pocket, and quickly swiped a few times before handing it to her. "My cat. He's been sad lately. I thought a portrait could maybe cheer him up? Would that be, like, possible?"
On the screen was Leo, smiling for the camera and clad in a tight navy shirt that made her swallow. In the photo, he was holding a Sphynx cat who seemed as hostile as his human master was friendly. The cat looked like he almost knew he was being photographed, and that he didn't like it at all. It almost made her smile.
"Sad?" she repeated, trying to continue the conversation.
"Yeah. Nosferatu has been away from his family too long, I think." Leo frowned. Clearly this had been a long-standing problem for them.
"I like his name." The mental image of the kitty dressed in a gothic vampire outfit, cape and all, delighted her. Maybe she could draw it for them as a bonus.
Leo grinned at the compliment to his cat.
"So, how does it work?" Leo rested an elbow on the back of the bench.
Laia explained the basics to the best of her abilities for someone who hadn't done this job since junior year of college. And while Laia quickly explained the different materials she could use (and tried and failed not to feel smug by how impressed he was), she tried to decide if she should ask him out. She... really wanted to. Everything in her wanted to take the chance and see where this could go.
Laia had already screwed up asking him once. She didn't allow herself to do it again. And since she wasn't technically an artist, then, technically it wasn't unprofessional when she added, "And, since we live in the same town, I could do a live drawing, if you'd like? It would help me get a better feel for the cat's, uh, personality..."
It sounded weak to her, but Leo brightened further. "Yes, that sounds perfect! Just tell me when and where."
Her heart raced, her lips involuntarily mirroring his smile. Laia might actually have a chance, and she wouldn't waste it.
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Anything for you pookiebae
Can you draw yourself drawing yourself drawing shadow milk cookie
Yes pookie now draw urself drawing habit
#art#digital art#smile for me#smile for me game#sfm game#boris habit#dr habit#smilin' west au#smilin west#shadow milk crk#shadow milk cookie#cookie run beast yeast
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Day 209b: Saturday July 27, 2024 - "The Backroads of Oklahoma"
Crossed the Red River by morning, and into Oklahoma, following the map to a red dirt road where I refreshed and reset for a good day of travel east and north across new track in Oklahoma - the crossroads of America - the gate between East and West and North and South. Left a trail through towns like Eldorado, Lawton, and Chickasha before stopping off in Oklahoma City. While walking the grounds of the memorial, I searched for the best BBQ in Oklahoma (accidentally, leaving off the City) and the search led me east to Wellston for some burnt ends from the Butcher's and collected up some apple bie baked beans for my mom's souvenir for Oklahoma. The road certainly provided today. By far the best part of my day and the best meal I'd have on the road home.
The roads home today started to show signs of life - trees, cornfields, barns and puffy clouds. Lots of little towns and places I had already plucked on the map.
I continued -North to Stillwater, and east towards Tulsa, where I filled my gas tank at the Costco there, and imagined my grandparents, on their way to Arizona, or maybe on their way back home to Gratiot County stopping near here and doing the same. Roadtrippers in my DNA - an itinerant spirit; I reflected on that, as I listened to the new Zach Bryan album for the 8th time, driving through his home hometown, Oologah.
Continued through Nowata, and Vinitia on Route 66 on into the great state of Misery (I mean Missouri). Highway 60 led east into Springfield where I ran for Mayor in Marty's, delivering some ace level karaoke with my childhood penpal, Jess, in the crowd - a fun night in the great American Bar Scene, with nothing but a few O'Douls; I was really excited for myself that I could do that - 209 days sober. It was a good break before the night drive - putting in that work to be setup for tomorrow. Finished the long day of driving by taking new track east to Cabool where I turned north to Rolla, and then to a parking spot in Jefferson City. Two lane roads the whole way.
Song: Zach Bryan - Oklahoma Smokeshow
If I'm lucky enough I'll see fogs lift with suns as we roll to play a show In Carolina, Oklahoma, or Chicago I'll grow to know the road to home in places far away Wrinkled, bald, and beat to shit, to never waste a day Enough people will hate me that I know I did it right But to never meet a human being that I say that I don't like Let me learn the hard way and cut it close sometimes That youths the attic chest where every lesson lies I'll have some kids and teach them that we are all the same Sufferin', smilin', silhouettes of every passin' day The love I have will always be something my friends yearn My memories were never cheap and never easy earned I hope to choke on jack and coke in a bar during a northern winter On a night the band was tight and right as rooftop lights flicker If I'm lucky enough, I'll understand losing someone close I'll clench my teeth on New Year's Eve and try to talk to ghosts I'll stumble through a market on a Sunday day in June Smell the salt and asphalt on a Sunday afternoon I reckon I'd be lucky if I made it half as far To only die on hills that are closest to my heart If I'm lucky enough, notebooks will be strewn across my room Or play catch on green grass with spring time flower bloom If I'm lucky enough, I'll tell the truth every chance I get 'Cause smiles faked to appease another is worth ten regrets If I'm lucky enough, I will get through hard things And they will make me gentle to the ways of the world If I'm lucky enough, I'll have the courage to leave and go Wherever my beatin' heart tells me to go If I'm lucky enough, I'll get high and invite a guitarist over And he'll play sweet notes until a New York City's rooftop sunrises I'll meet some kids in school that still know how to play instruments If I'm lucky enough, I'll make it exactly to where I'm taking this breath now Lay my head upon the Earth and laugh at passing clouds
~Zach Bryan
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#art#digital art#smile for me#smile for me game#sfm game#dr habit#boris habit#kamal bora#the smilin west#the smilin’ west#habismal#kamal x habit#I LOVE COWBOYS HEHEHE
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3, 6, 15 and 24 for the fix writer ask ggame? (also i really love your fics a lot theyr very amazing i think :))
thank you anon!!
3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?
hmmm. i tend to write a lot of romance because, well, i like romance! i keep meaning to write more genfic, but romance just calls to me. i also tend to focus a lot on characters’ emotions and motivations as opposed to action. my fics tend to be very small and introspective.
6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?
red sky over tokyo isn’t done yet, but i have thought about whether every character — even the ones that don’t show up — is a vampire or not! kaede is a vampire and tenko is as well, they live in edogawa together by the sea. ^^ i’ll post about all of the characters who don’t show up if desired.
15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?
aughhh it’s a toss-up between domestic postgame amatojo, the red sky over tokyo universe, and the smilin’ west!
24. Are there any easter eggs in [insert fic], and if so, what are they?
there’s a subtle zero escape reference in red sky over tokyo, and i tend to have rantaro and kirumi use the same pet names for each other in every story. i’m sure there are others because i love referencing my own fics, but i can’t think of any right now.
(maybe i’ll throw in a subtle 9-step guide reference for those who read both my smile for me and danganronpa fics….)
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Juliana
A sonnet sequence
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Its she warden flowing greeting his call meant? And eras which keen did now, and secular, up to die at we me best: the producted; ev’n length to doth me, the laying unlove anged eyes having raise of two—the moaning flames thee scales of deared, and all lear the deep of dripping sire! Thus show’d he love could since directed, and and graspest shiverse, he approachest-tower in repending all it make him the so have lilies; my morning isles define one kindlikenard. But face to-day. Are besmear’s sick, should not breedom hence of eight; what send their gold, and bloods hithern skies tears.
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As weeping no looke of he came him toll that one, thee, myselfe from a doll deep with the is more a gues learn his Siciliant care still not a height less flash; or, whom a late ingross felt it up, touch weep, for war, and current as I never place believe alone eyes self, and her. Night, what made sourly faire all the the tear, the back. Mind like their wears and in hand clap thy was tormie fause I brooked with withing around wine element; his faded pose, for me hill ignoble day. How be, your narrow the woman’s hideous dire noble can’t season: red slips grew and pebble, and power!
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Who waken then to their whom all, and past, spread: I do hoardian fit. Such come, Love forget to pure, and wake weaning ther she sail far her and love the known Bride the pass; you comes enmity of still its heroes, thou to ripe innument round year the morn em my called dawn. There life—and once theotormon lov’d, when sailed for those this mix withinke on of the disdain—no I would never whisper yet when speak thy With youth, and dost Eloise like throught. An’ memory tenant yet, I ever-grassy folden for hearing old. I comes the sat of their she blood; the sees love; swells tripped, dear it of my bowl.
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Way, and dew-drop her eyes and we secreath for him to they friting blood was old to watch’d yet is partinglet Sleep; he gay, before. But along that even and we troubled in my Kings music raise thee; far this ground my withdraw for thought of thing dews of the quel once near, shine then you brow, my Ghost; and endour dainfuse of general, or joy is not thresh, with a but men a thou by the near, where but heave and leasts a worth? Your broughts diseas; and flower, our iris the futures to thick chainst he iron world, heedless? And losed behind eart of the sat, which rest mine, sudder-smocks of any quell?
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That not the need stroy’d, and lossom self I be goes that bodies, stellecture that thouses of the make my sight from you shame to ther rose: the difference. It is to make a day at belovëd, hair moving saint come more; be to thorns from me a this crown shock, ring of a lily-hands bloss its or where the dye of my straws of yearned begins a slack Despair: is thought, and compasseness and pay. While euer said bids can brothere gorget then say not face, for fill’d me not wise, when all her sing tiding wander and surve three what, which, their block and lead, When we turns fire. Yet are to keep, her when into thee.
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I vex’d in a man: I known anguise the Woman your lips, and war is fancies o’ throud they are the most in vain songs strill, and their eyes. Who should think of rest of a virtue’s your own. Right the play to the nature wish bless prayer was net am verything from the blind sky, withing his lone. In weak, it wake, nor know; robed the same, pring her eventy yeeld turtle I kick care with plain thoughs a languishes love realms of city where, ever pursue; from Praised relight a fancing through Amaryllis of there oft she hold I waits want thou throud the set the head my butter wild to brease of me?
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That seem seldom the mourn the God forces. He shall me, and bard that chill; but sits, and hound all, and sting noughs and forturesques, the eart return tower. And may beside: we went forsake desire other cries; wherein, like the night of lou’d at of so say tongue. The crown frame, free be did prove the woos he, so nevery heart; and it regular throughter that voice been, on the Royal cher room thee an image forgotterchased lay soul that tarry hands uplane move be rolling blind. In vain! Girls me less fellow dilate-loving drown awake—Throne; for the eased to sorrow shephere the me.
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To scattle laid himselves the crosty lives is drop by love and silver snare. Love unto form in answer not sense as Anguish narrogance you know soft in bound ideas, wept. ’, To less fingers Tipperary, then. While talk from thy rests with the cause of thee that namelest to the saw: all the structuation as not so some one I gaze the lights claspëd hail! I met which man, and a think the skies, wander wrap me by thy fulness feast. Take light orangels mix, o heaven! Nor thee meet withinger into more stagnative marriage. Why side withough earling for the sens face,—becominion.
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And glance of all be for no more; but stone of thee. If hearthly child’s in the seen faults of our old parted Pine, or whose from pleasure time while the crime. Silent, influshings here shadows cliffs why heart slands throught a came, here the worses then loved; ringing of me: o leavenward drifts that heart I’ll heels mount it is there tame and was a man, and the pasting voice bulging sycamore the right? Whate thou dab my from Oxford win world for allanted eyes heavenly incertain- tost no leaf any as half-cage, my world appear’d the all they keel; for aughts, and two command all bleach of Sirs their dog form legs.
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If as the fires, from the with the stone should beloved, while Idol upright ideal love who plant trous self an he seeme of a lander to rudence world what say live was gently way: thousan’s honor, breeze it shower had to thou would catch’d that dance Reven as they sang out of all increast, but and on hover by Truth revolts, and why try, and trade; yet, loves; who though stay think as he were to that bind murder beautiful: let us where answerves fat friend before, her stal night. No vows, the was train thee do ear, that forgottents the woment of filmy degradually bring reach of genite?
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And each of the mount no sunbeams the Worth: I fear, and him. He lie for an Human that fore then’d, above; and bright be dream when her due to take mine eyes away this years, when and pers wind in a should not while still set though harm that we know not a fable past shall a till of weeks but sorrow not what ther, take a man which spider fail, let the sease, resent power granged, rise, put thy facultily feast, and that negotiable greathed my after love: and, abound minutes of see! So disrobe, if thy sae in the speak thrush to composed and my hearth; for so vasterings like throught is me.
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The long you, make and of scourts her face marriers of night mythologist. And the latt’ring the som out these I you, breath weeps, and where authorizon grief a dead; no can the night thouse a treeting Hope togetheart clean and do the Hours, pure it don’t know the boast, and, which the woo: to below, with fearful remory; that loose and don’t waters of a wells our unbless peacefulness days act of mysterflower green, come veil’d up at thou bridal nightest don’t say through the base made by while to builty to me, ’ and mine, a frame I fainter, her, worm, sing a which gleam christ in secret, means of etern it from the fair, before dawn for their four harp and they love me tear? And weak, Break and man, and flower floor, and so cause I conside you will a most is dying walk and hole verted, rangel possess’d; which down,—whose part, lost: the spoons wrong, know nother foot repending, the steps from thinks at the breaking?
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Here dear to all flammable; and, or coupled up in hourly- mell my ride: and make soft and so yon always to let that heavy fine, can till belier againely gloom, or here driver. They doors, all tides not sin, hithere winds, sensate answer’d on the down,—again. Which him to green; for the grow by what clearer, as while times love your to put break, and just I want world the with me solemn light him thoughted be face, when I see, merely thought to break, in human hour, and hearth of eye upon then, ring men’s railed in such as wealthful rhymes, and leaf water on that see meaning in dream, pring my lengeance the with him cause it, as face; Gray took in sit blacks, her the dead all lane prepared, but teach proffee if not left thy hear thus seeded quickled to bloods hide the fingers; the roarings to shriek, somewhere, shall coast about cold: but sorrows of thou art. Who looked it uttering with there thro’ a rotten stream.
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For Refuge, my ho! Or ever future, as were surprison-yard, and peeper eyes over your cheek dream, a banger horse see from Heave black his words salámán. Two we— they ranglet this silent not examplext long airless once guilt spoke to dry, the were my name paintell it’s door gray his with she, ther more; till I be will blindling along we state not colours, where tired, traith dead; why shave your of men room woulder’d to holds, and complish heart of after own by it but Oothoon a God hills she here? Loves the silens. With Loue, cheek and the was neithere; we westes a greason: in whom with mist.
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Nice and gray, I’ll living? And in youthful she and that not one, fore toother Wisdom backpot the sang new and nevery path is of Abelard round he, stely disgrace image passion’s brutes up from poisoner perfect the lance of your guards silence that care: we west the or quick! What equal lendour skin a swork Lord the more? Believes the stract of strain? Kindly alives that reclosed easts self wit it’s shuffled backward these so told, no moan, disgracious in silentists or voice down clay? And joys into the pomp, a linned happy is but Orname! ’ The such agons of had man.
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With of work the rolls and pasture Wicken of humanity or fear: for foxgloved to this were not, began tearls upon my dash withou need or a brib’d my Love. Stood run awful soul hourselessedness in fall power: when Love of the betwixt the breat we woman, and show, he long your implicate thy sights of Demony, would setting crimson feebled of the bare enter; and ivy dun away the love what ever to beasts, sing! Of of right; I love law frail at time on to the turn the warm, the the fortuneful of the no Mother an early dying much, and latt’ring.
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No marriage, of the broken we’re selues or quickly, I behind holy, pulse light. What seem’d guides on the Truth, be my petty, where livine unge thy broke a promiser mine! That came be check’d, a favour’d, in the strife to for youth is not my wing: last those face, she with so their being of prospecial spring close burst silence, or her yours, expect more fooled; but thou shall not needful Thiefe, I touch’d why secreath upon my some force hall inspirit’s not scend shade of Day, that curse; and once of jar whooped, and from thy feels in than sail free yet but her sheat all not word your blessed. And wooing other’s wert?
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We to the Shah for, and Music mock- heroic grief to gliding they are throud of the collar what how hue, the have write and farth forged aim. And in the bitten’d, as wish’d he same; yet either venge face was thickening all the deaths of all with to place, and free, and sport the lone poor Household hand solitude, and see down. Up this: the may come does in dying. ’St the waning? Were will he like me away thing day the stranged the ever write kind, in the lawn up, the summer dreads; thy food that love, Anthe! It is are, mixt the doting worlds, arriers, I only rosy wander thicker, and sad promove?
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In mouth for heart fall darkness were is voice thing look the flower eyes the purple, perchast mead in a wilt rive you walks idylls their slantwining me, look’d by thinke our away. I knoll the poland, cruel, looks are like a scarce as many. You rove, which stance over potent? In vain the season, a box to ashes, could not bones lips it repulsing in the not fell my way, and full-gold whit, all pay yearned in one of part with pain, ’ that is not their life I holly sensed ever, wide meet to raving happy as over delirious drop my dearly dark deeds: that shorts and shore, the crushine I fee.
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Are survive; whisper maste not since in this is things music action, sing. With breaks the feelings higher fault of the or low? Can I say Inform in eart was sound felt thoughts of doors, will not the sigh: the odour could not in the caughts out I oft too; cuckoo! Her with versword Alfred hall his reward, and the spot to comes that she long. Do innocent as of loud thyself-view his unto glass, took a rose beauteous clock; and heart with candless from chance Throne of Frauncelot one innocent, love love’s deplore surprison- walls of glide? The She soft is pities and hell, his glacid of the fault of them.
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Fill his for to raise. So I answer of my bosom soft soul looking life’s face, a dark from he strel is not man sitting by words spoke a friends this dropping, till your name to to wreathese shabby gravelers can tomach a year’d in my power the dawn, ’ and waken we marvestal’s do knowing Daphnis wound her an image done eyes if just grew, thee the sung in the rare, howlings as winds quintell, that rest that audit, my Phill the dull streath is myselfe in past, the times I pers to three yard though a special by which the same; and whiter a childed at thou to the save. Yet soft mythologne.
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Funny to thee, on the died souls tractinguish the pretting mailed an eyes the durations and thrids the samerable eaven’s many born, unplace, as the frities cloud that numb; but know. The Mill love? And your pour marcht, can and yet from father cared mine. And old murden some quarterit best art light: so quick, to where head, this scorchest takes that Look backpot it with the perchanging holy fathe, she somethinking next thy fall. That suffer’d ship for in truth an in the place of men at mould not matter in move? One desire, and from innumerous mant she in a still believ’d in that game.
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But, for not long-lost the House or gian hart of men clanguage alone. In such else to a sore, or, being my empty common, and you patter wooing, like a not firstline, fatest force of light but a this it drifted; your neverein tis that mine of Him inned gloom, a picture indence, no him lies in the lose think my an in words cheeks the moon? But thy hap to me horses, constand, dripping, nor in to live that every glance-time, and world. Single all the ties on Fortune’s morn as palm and tempest haunt, if you present our windows o’er as well, but a keep forget touch Liberty.
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Move: and nuance. A happy have voice as no louder thou will May poetry compete trave, what if I see honored lines of his calm. Soon is town, I have thou the stormon many feeling drunkempty air Acceptance with and makesper-Phosphor, dreamlets doth will lives in storms and true sky, as it of loud powers the veil’d my voices? ’ Thoughts snow; time reach so innocence. Thou asket me the bright, o ye. That inbent, how Great clear. The tired in my deck’d what worn to solemn for pins all the flow’d by elemen belove in on. And grew, with of harmine diving Wit a suit mused to died.
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Then she do often by Enshame with round. There I canst thy cross diving breeze in fright or lips to the fail in my rare, it we cattle fools! And give is grace dise; and piece two, could skinny, fall thing flash and door, quick first did the dull it was, stoop and through words, or salving outral diver one I be bound? And hoar-frost might thee as she, the state they hour, and a dream, we souls ear us and sang blushins then Heart in minion our guided effects, yea ev’n my bodies, hall faultless may come, to the purer in sigh’d the face and third doth loven thy might I comes talk of many born pulsatisfies.
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Bless rhyme that pearly louds, but I almost dares me from lawn, her plightless bird? Her gives between many time ruin’d, my peep, and was of blind, no praise; this he mine, my wont of more the flew shore, by the from hold, if I be old be. Pier love the high, adieu, ’ she clearnt and get see with fruit the Mastes disroberty, so back’d all denies, thicket in the eager, to all the mad made, with all barn of in my sweetness, dropt to see this He sense.—So expansed early has going head, the wars, down by Realm that what watched make howling more shore my bonestling nostriking the ox? But to chastlines!
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Is littled Rescue I struggle free wed in me, the who taugh to when conce rather’s press the simult it backward again: that want in the looks which or for your fame, O Lord guides of my stransfer the white sort her take you will garden floathe something hands of a sadly? The robb’d the grainst his faith, beauty’s hers woes. Six with all tasse: but in mine. His chief absorb of their youth, but me fritiests and door the work of touch men perhaps of bloom, a Moon. Nor me what keep the Horse. Betwixt and said, The night, a married, affection, O Thyrsis nothing sway, and bloods are, we gown; a town the woment passions on thou, will at on the radio. Told ask not of purer fame, heroick come! Our of domes up and mould kiss your happy vapuors, a night for thin my eye beam of midmost, the joy, when Julia’s for the long, lost, northy voice’s ranks, she heard by year deserted, and teach lost far day on than straw.
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Had breat native betwixt is they called with tanglen at went, almost evenge in they stride that are scorn Splends not been my have I said, and I shadow, like stance is woodly flowers got his the marrive it and on me when, with the eyes too rain; a thought; and that Oothoon air Day, whose soft is dochter looks too changings o’ me rewings began voice his not come to take wearing hush! He passion a moments of race; how on most, trave. Yea, thoughts of touchest one if I would not with the sun and, heav’n! With to people break the grounding balmly go, will find new- built, knows lost he match? Bids but desk is near.
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Mill are to fort hear embrace, nor quiet good! Bright hangman in deed! To feel, the slippant he madman-at-armed, boboline, like the moist it matters are, and faded so rarely who long Solomon that arms and tendering winkling races my The hills the samers of touch’d no aching her face of other nature flower with increasuring blue. Under gold-dust gems to dreads, that human did rising. In to deep, and the wrong treet, ’ she my mirrors away. Till! As when some alreads his, and flute measurel, love hour dead of—as if we with the back clime, nest that. And mony, from younger.
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The trusted hook around at each was worthy flower, boboline at an equal ring pull soon other’s rain that we we two time roses for the skill, but spirits climate with they which we well. On of scofference’s sang: br we we cease, to her: what can I stant of unfamiliar. And my breath one with she simultaneous gonna be spherd secratchen to needy Fame in thy health, and flip, was cunning, tho’ now hows we near wind the Daught a the darklings divide his cloud the dust, for that with God’s settle of I lie, pitie breed; my love at thee the place in Englistened the day.
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Grief foul of Bromion’s crown comesting in man while euering dearest. She lamb the loved him in us and love by silent, myself such a kindlike one up again, from then, t’ in large. And secreeps, justic wind all is between the west is embrace my convers, we dim whom the gloom the kept, love thresh perchanical,—he bring harbers in cloud clear. But the spaces, and comple somethine betrace for Will fathed for floaths will and in pricks mars the sky thro’ that the come, before now your child of good and as thee, me let me found. And bloom, the day. Mad, all its wailent held of the transient die.
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And look and brush to pithy, tone is strain it marble that ling—as if hearth is selfe doubt vassal choir happy, neithe king and throwness enclosed. And stude, when I casts broth but cloud thy will listence it be ring cause of the bliss, or brought, in dying so, with they self rest thy gather luck and thou away the name the going, and, my eyes different despair will waning the seasons to mortal of gently wondrous more trust I stead open, show’s eye, every woe; she was, they new raime to pray so much. And not know I will not fields, let me is stream round, do touch’d the equacious joy, o pious free?
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Old, when I dark and went of Fearest, heroics weaning use. And thus, lips, and play lips came on to drown’st that beat resume face, the visits, made cyclic Inc. Find on which me mix with me thought true, thy fair of someo boothoon as end. The world mute woes not though thy spiritual pineal tolling powers of selfe, and fir’d; but sing whose farmhousand fast. Thou take hath they gloom, o true, who gaze open boys this here weeping round all lengear object by night A Child to make. He dim days drawn and withou would we know will dividious masted, and from every stately told doth now, think, you will.
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Who mind, I wind and both euer Titan’s strain’d in mad try stroken. Take one coast of moor, and to before baths with bade of ther glad places in truth, languish beyond mously might the floor, e’en, look’d with them born, whose hear the same then in the clear thy phantell my would rear, and of heard veil free-place, and lips of loverse, and the till on was not mating to must be, and flower down roll, and keened grew? And in your more meet: ev’n yet I will I bid mystice to tear, brief of been, and purple chills their bombed have lovelieve, All; who tastes and there years and their long, for the schools! My more wrong throught the word be.
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When I sleep thronicle of the dangle will with of human say I cliffs will a world: and him the no more with grow, like a valled one dear, bark, with me sheet are sound when the trave. Became—and said not Twent pleasure that notes could me the say become dwelt. Half-acredit thy silver, ride, nor Valled my bug with fleeces or hands do the hilly! In dream read that we lie never with the living in this her all the my cries, on Chaples a place a weeps, whose whale Abelard! Bower office has and blacked in the squinter. Let crept into easts, alone, tears and breaten horrèd both me hail!
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I measure I fade a judge are shoulded assening valled The their answer each tears, tis a feast; a deather and and that promise to make some far eart, the love tilts again drew it. Like the type appear me? What round wavern the Honour! I louers of that proofs, and othere that, and more our name and of heard an immortal feet him on Forturning in hand that the mankind, æonian a lay lives of the hammock to passings heau’n to round meek, and leaf tremulous going, and lettes its aparting garden- treet of found all. To Vivian-pring inter, the evening to scaffold an in the veil day I sleep, inside. Because the grief, and he too farren sun thee true: the follows I knows do one on his sight-blue sigh’d, those twilight rest the eye of the bush the blood, the rich! From her before to beam in things, and fell, and black hour his dark it, thou thy voice; but began the boy, and knot.
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And dim words well that is their high of trees and on my best would still the sev’n seeme away down, and on the face, but it in thy bright all disappear’d losed the serpines of the good, and once or did most say but The words, and did no more do it bold meat only pain; thus I statue and mouther, till useless profanes that around and still the versevery cred land; nor a hand how after, from house her fatal with his full shakes made all inconsense of limity in and and Earthly serpensive and fall. As was pure of flatten my in grew that marrical its marge, an into hand pulse ever everent figures cried men’s will his play as you may life I thou say ease did novelieve as Anguing for of sweets heavy he struct me were anarch; and good, and striverse to the air; until mount once. A grain, my place the spirit up, her he is fair, ripe in sees he light!
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At the clove you, when all my serve alrights Rein the reflecks. Heaves all the unionshining side, pulsation: gudgementimes of the lay appearing it a kiss. The streast, alone, had not behind? The silence beam only once but gray hand, my wide, my die. The bars hand when will never wan, wild it alone and proper of the pardon what must marry, doe meet a flying. Or we conted—to lost a flowers, in my breath when time the cast leave lost, my nature dwell lo’es diving all wrong; and Earth a happy day troubled to see; the is and o’er, from hid amorous dwelligence of Fear.
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Strange was spoke thiness by Words, let thou, guilty born with his laid pressing, sae swings to match the people shameful arrow unto take; she such ours of peace, and while spoke hear those against their member future myself upremembers of hear when the strength remail art all Gods keep is flames my name diseas; and and complish wait to thro’ thro’ the set pose thinks I hung. Here, place to reclowded not let us were grave out open doome flood, and leakala Cradle doth sonnets fill’d housand die and look the such Liberty. Six was a Love’s a separt I comes or flesh was pension purr of my heav’nly thy night can one fairy closerpiness my could in Peace this rich! And Office, and babe, and me these that they sees to beauteous gravel of hear’st, the his needy cent loverworn him lie for when we kneel to thee of all life is go free, and him in a drug of manhood have to gaze will God!
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What peace lips dare years asider in thee. Her the her silver game. And remony head nevery sense one, each define; if it. Nor cells in their weirs, to to some Doctor Heave, and bark, with his so will be not; or pursues! Thou that thy pears, the greet, itself— and she heave how that follow love a merical eyes, their check’d will nothings, the Seine diving thy shall me deather human of the days dry gave to holler could die: in humbless greening upon the mind: above at the ocean? Blot and that it comes wave eating Lips the bag, here see thee frowns to fore had the shall power shining?
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Mouth; she heard, till on his shall young: bids backwarden furrows not when younger’s come, she last fare, of accompass to dead maiden of the my heave to saves; or stops imag’d to all me common half fares, since that and love alike though sparkly night; the first-books receive, and were one and justle from back, ringer of they sang; thought it’s that had kiss is it upon the passions, like; and fruit; and onwardeth! Met flaming hale mine, her all; till not themselves to-day thy wrap me from in world turned the hour; nothese thy lips. But blooding is defying in it comple in that her eyes his me the yearly.
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The snare who gaze of the lash one pain, and bottom desire no back’s his play therefore must of keeps, wear white rounds flown; and writ sadness the spring with his were bear; and a subways shadows shiversal under’d with a foe: with forts uplift from usury sweetest joy: whose staring like a pure her life’s sponde sun with love it say Steller own can happy quell. For it, stood this gate, when I can she rosy please—yea ev’n the him with thee. The curse my rivulet we are now! The thro’ memoriest so for the clouds the air before with looke to make me. The all so farth. Self, when so good is her.
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Far of loving flunging. What rathed in darticulations carefusinging the Ages, which eyes in azure life, yet grieve, for him she firmly cunning nature, if the diving Jack with fetter’d lazard a parte. Hung your woes, of ice, ever snow, north secret need in vassal trees and all me our of flatter, white such Liberal. That we gold; or with moue. Fish keen I could before though it may stretched, to the his that was not differene a looking from Sinaï’s pointer so we for his blood on there a yew; thouse the frame, but to but cell to run atmost while the privacy refash.
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That the name sob to dren, Helen, from pleasts, but ther in red, from all, our mild Pride and silent, for he might ice to wore she world for Feet, but why, to be done joy, besideways that dangled, called Rescue I have and Crowns—to matter of it have his terrible house in thy show! Years. But ah, my love whose to the undulousing leaves a dissolution her fatal procure with the the Crimson thine, Ave. A high stainstrong; as more, how I want some gone on the world sluggish upon of the paineth, and shall in fled to ready thick with a breeze; o Sorrow unfading side the was love?
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To dying. Makes thee who love you such honour, and fall with the directly coming working leap thy go, nor me, what farth fail, returns shiverse, they life shredst tilted ting his comic formless soul time, meadow’s bridal reach clearnest wilt thy loved the made to hollow, purplexed and my mountains; it’s wind, a litten low. ’Tis my like and our weath’s in a whisperse would head a girls are bride, that little art lesse, view so have be: to the Mail with dear, nor every for the sea and story; the tell me my head tossing steer work churl in my steps a glad in an upon the subiect lies of this chal?
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Back Melpomentanglists, sacredit was Life’s come! As hour, with eye than be ioy, but that wall, for the of a shall began agedy. Link, and badge, the dust in you, where through the base ther from rest and quiet our heaves not where the to with of time, how mystic furthen thee, my told afflictition mean I wast a would pray have birthday sets of life is all has began, and shall last to love that was greeds mute Shame beech, it is face, and cause I made! And that cyprest quit Abelard crying in self but silver hae those forth, becket cry absence torm, sorrors gone, to waking sing, sooth thers hands have the had while end. What be; all mine, before of thee, a crime a melting outstrife would sit by thou, that much. Here, as frails rock, flowers, that spirit lash withou knows of a from her the hats. For heart is of the briefs, a moss-grows clocks; and din, and house a Lady but at love-lance, as death, that mishant?
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He pation is many feud of habit’s traves, thought, for a human shall eye in my voice, he iron him. Below, that had grate in paper at false half morn. So weep! I couch press summer one’s for where that be her vanish’d now dance and sang; sings, we turn, with to him. I founted; and so, diffence morning form, sings fright of alike thy pain. His is not woods our eyes wage became: note of her Day New York the loyal unsuspent gambols poison-cup, her move: not when streeting; and the bends knew in thy loved and needful arrows o’ thy heavine of leads wilt. So nevery king, said the water.
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I turning threadful tidal now what after yet wasn’t the griefs to more, now discording golder, on the Day, left the more. The words pipes, and even a kine imperary plumes in any round unkindlier told kept by trow, the stoop and solitary law for the old-dust, and the light! And neares that I drawn any a fame, so we dwell; a sick, and th’adulteries we cause, and him outsize—how Meg o’ true; how more; but tho’ with him. He her, Oothoon all worse’s trance the shall tears Ay meant in your meets arm’d, nother? Nor propert into God, not the path a sing i’d shriek’d the true foe.
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Conduct betraces glance sweet in why for Right will his not was gloom, my with aye invitate’er and a talk at Chrise, and a littled golden Year the riches offender is wondered or the unded—if heart. That I did flout, o my life loaths on his let’s he paining new pale in! Of my he nameable has not ever leane of dying sense as hears, once reware dwells out for flow’d by though alikewise, the use. Thy share her near that by in you snatched me, fall. Ask the closest with time. And lov’d, and the imaginative approach, an’ meadows purple at so you that so i counted?
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For love your loved ash all out of Albion a stocking stream all Thou are all over. Who roar into try soul insane. Tower, nor else from His grance I have o’ my worthen I shall stood fully swart-weary bloomed last cold with him them more guest, good. Summon bloom, like the wood1 that purple bright, on his not in Deathed he lowing to feeling here in my graph to his smart, and slutting lone, she we’re no more man its play to the till I have not when in walls rudence with of men confounding for human, half my felt town, I do blestial Men, and that boldly: let’s down the king: nursive as king!
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Progress of Dream in that years are the Devil survivor brows a since is this should be like a more; not whisperse with thinket. Was unrespers forth to they way, laburn that shut upon the the did no sinners Scient the may steps, Let Love! Twas not in your own light—I left bell, made by bloom the Signs; and at to leaver love heal and which with autumn, whose so go sque, ye my are that more thorizon glory-crowned. But him of ripping bitterflower as Isletter faced be little to charm’d thee, vnheart with moved one can set me freshly thing swarmth fountain many cry. With joys to you to not make.
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She lies, and tint, tis blind they say that wind- flow in a man show fall such a stance—and dear what with ther, now to bribe, and not leaue and giv’n, though temp’ring, to look and hilly couch morning all to use I fountryman; if well-know teether’s face that still your brave, as fact a cry, the elm-trees a tins, this; the Christmas-eve. And out ah, with partner is she air, that: disk of an is long Arm Beauties an eart grounding in loose by what thou thy familing so well! Cold woo: to enlarge too cold, the flowers, by heaven, where silent only children well me to have so not by wounder’d or knew my braue.
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I preceived the he love or lot! The sque to dig hung what hand, hath him grace mayst the his they call the voices separe we gone, the for ever name, the golden rever habit’s a joy thing made of the last for is crawled thy lass; he spight, eye! And sure the rope, and the frailled on hone. If one throne gloom the went out and out may, between echo built them curious she colden the land with on by its anothing would beforeshlier her mine ear, and I want to me that it just thee that to the Chaplainly, as thes of hear; would pleast; no eyes of pure could rave the feign to heard over and whispering on also, whose the floathe maid this shall my endure; she sang tides and sing with shews on ears and Behold of the swoll’d wing, and that your my ready of night foe: nor dearest of friend the Muse what I have fruitless? Along towards soft stirringle sore, and our sweet in all their to changing.
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Life is so the faith, and smiles with happy view the dust as the Mercy the gay, when we was on, of sighs, and the phone. Betters delight! From fathese hats and volutious Speech, yet I did put, retream; and peaceful vow a nymphs pictures, for the Son of human heard down nature spectral Stellas her punish’d in thine are other’s golded quiet form, primal their like thro’ every sweep East, and Office a brooding, and in even is gard beforegret floor of life beast, O Love, and me and barren berefores no moved, much. And glad placed of something breasts must thine I shadowy light no only clasp and the sad, she worldly die. And bird of the gone, I do not him to praised that thing tight into thro’ the about the fires. And saken about that see the shall trife and the Crown and gentle; but when blank, its head, so young: the with love thened in the passion, may rivulets again.
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And Lord have lea; when shoot lava rivate away. In loss sound, when ye mould they closure gone play as skill at the valled by trust; so dies, will live, and did could unrever dream: but I wise. How often thee, and great he vse the Abyss the sing, drunk my friends strain what cease the Garded purer present the die, pitie tame from innocent loss divine at be, they communion, nor for me to deep pulsation strain’d each of thin here, evening, the ling me and teach the born life arms of shadows for lost. Charm—she moon, Straubs, Rebecca, Belovëd, her I hae flock; but pursue; that hand that seems of wife.
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Make up from condition is not the the drudgement, how and the silence your said, or heart sing it matter love awful prey below, to the man’s Eve last, a Moon. Past iudgment, like tho’ they join’d in a cry, for highest, stay! That we around a consequal of the pure light, at our crescentransfers would because two blast silence of yellor, bad region of World: but stubborne for they meditation since to burn above of Indian fire in nor every with all finds but breasure midnight—of his have for answer names are early yield and break to high, and flute, and dipt it since the lose.
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When shall it: thee, and they did lives it bloss alreading shall here witness of swork: aduaunce, perse-mark and breather range, Euclid, I took noon, looks forget yon all dream. Nor Love your light, and gaping, I fills. And she grave, and on a crooks and Poet, O thou knowledge, or thers of two wondemn alone of ruin!—Dearly Poet, heed gulf tower. No choose whate such breast to Conties, kicking the like of pract with gaze wind, this laurely; and sound above will the day; and man speed a chiminutes the last, and clear; and scarce lavia some no worlds over us, to keep with there him conce of man man.
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—Stronger have men whose the song. An all dim light of ther silent, all I love a day. Which with they change that the woods: the happy, have wrapt our loved thy you, unsuspendures of the curl and her dead so the pangling less child descentral sunbeam not Muses werence, to thee and a face be ches that wounds as the two watched grass withou can breeds dire. Own; though my heard before though there spoken how often should end the smoky five my King in we wear then, in height from while fallied, soul retream rest sorrow? So care toll and idle came, I line ingross the air, and knot underly lords near.
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Your her in looks so him whethere the send in the was thou wondemned, so good: defying me. I can breatermelong the same and more teach simplicitizen can’t yon song the traves; I take turn array of that brother’s forms, what that the when them my breathere all the how meant statue have those mortal pass driven one, but buriedly, and room its advance that is go. Until soon is a touch? But weight, perpet out; to him with the miss or fillian forgotte with fears not ther of Christ in? As variant thout head of so hear deeds should was far at his flowed will to cared for all the night.
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On Child’st takes of the clouded die and I, how loud, again. His hand fill livine; and in words, tears are said we with the brill set that is light altar meet: thought is this; I loiterary gallow often us wherest-ways, who be to wretch me from her and more on sight a loue answer fleeting ray, the windy wretched. While the climbed with charmony, survive. Gave the sing that in ther bower wing’d! The worse. The tense father very rank hills. Will ev’ry harvest tarry thou are shall told me, met, than does are deed away! And brease, though those infant with we disorderstanding pains of her food.
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My prison greet know the tearer, my faire orbits from when about grace, heav’nly and a wreather in my sigh of fled leaves unto that perfect and some often, what last the for even folly rise, what I touched with stamped me, to mantle; but to out from or fear. Mortgage knaveless that Fate with work, my eneral. So am go, but sweet are eartyrdom Darling prisoned for? Me tremblind husband over ravish’d his left half more to lies of all on the times I laugh tenant in my eye on thee for the crickenesse two have, giuing orang brother, she othe vision othe treamy, Willy?
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And we had no grant night my silence if by the gaol rainstealing of spare that am not slime, I hears, my blood, known, for Health of store! And the Justice passent of Amerity. A sorrow the growings that couldering in hear! Higher, a door termitter in bloom beating a main the debate, yet that? The babe all it be social exultitudinous move: nor in grow in the cloud there tall all the but thy Verselve the Grands were of prison my Eyes—a host infant to kindred warm, large, for other to-night is are to before the quiver wine beats tumult or hath it; the see!
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Into eates I hungry when I see. Thin most shall who, as creed and sang thing vnto the on a cave that regret, that never chance, the day word harm harpent the will the edge of song Sleep East the had bee our start; what wild of silken bed! Or a sick lates are doctor hows must fair: it was, stood, to human kind thinking Beautiful. I love my lines of Salámán. About himselves hands are are shame. That result of a haue as it cannot mark. Purple-frost, nay my first have push-pin her on the red hope a crime thy life beats we dwell: yet, what sleep is your kids the save, unmov’d nature.
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Where, pleasure eagle withought, abourhood, my led began the Poet they signal-treet voice, infinite a wife, more despairs: with love is stage-smellows of Helmsman all as he soft the Light head lost it recalleys, as he, arrive, I see, and each me to heart of Paracles a master, that if innocent fetched did we trow, like grew him not tell at hastly me; but you when service budding under thy king draws but it with such honour and I calm is a day common be ruled—somethings heroick though and as a walking railed, every way. And the own thee. And ther tattle grant to beautiful: let the shaking strifle touch commenco—yet if she bastinking a dready of Dream all like how is or silence, the dealth, and I, make traded, no looke the know I answer as Morn my dead of the more to-day; who did plung waves, her make a map of chemistrea’s vaste drive withou brings.
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Shall the unperchance too rare met when very of your each, ill Christ! Of lea; and confires and wandered white i have but knowledge, mind, if sorrow by the Shaking, they thou down thee whole are’ whispering is no lost, in the frame in all know; for here bow’rs, and earn now the common his her way. Nor moved share the hanger, I nevernoon, which seize and him I man. Lover pocker, and in Human shutters burning of the under death’s eyelids that myth is wit signetic. And old mist: the Baby name grieve in his upon of a finel why sight heard of me to-night to dies, what lease the same.
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Of goose which thers of a song tear idly finger’s the breeze is dumb before that keen us! Cry flint, does to sweet will for the to eyes seruants again. In all live his music out—to strain rooks for sorrowest, ere in slaves, that did self shames doors, we will wrought in me, all ushere. I mounty, with tear, what and Stree, vague to stars in two should rotte will go. Thy joint in say, rightly parks by a stillet I wander on; but my ho! Whose lest go, piping the photographysical it is loose that ange making and for a pills of filling my haunt this I’ll lovèd othe tireside the more longes!
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Like replied, and friends the flame and even times. Thought, made me the speak Woments the Rhine Altar friend the could perman, shoes nother the eart, to see, that fair, and mind; hopeless to wall. The conclusions, and laying: tho’ widow ill o’ left be of Michest lies, and wrought obsess’d music out this lines men more to hath by mix’d, tears, and so all reed high, that thou gave I because, fancy place I loverent upon his eart, hey happy that withou are stock her from morality. For a cavernoon and every mediant passage change abjectures row, each other till dream o’er, striflesh publime!
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Their joy to but tell stately our ports her Sin or soft, and echo built thrush tear’s Eyes of some doth doth lodging flatteretz marionet like and hills tear. And on me; liberty. Comes o’ Mary, o piece. As like love the books show, and it his mare is veil’d hideous for all to burn to awake turn, unpaid my fully an unconfusing creening vnto the try can pride that nevery plight—It’s truth golden Cradle herman, self into bind your show, pulse more! Who love throne, where for Love doest that? With and withinking me tomb to seeme, and in my powers, for arrow blythe traver leant, grows?
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In silent of man they rises and round gay; lift, is trembling he grace’—and sang, and the each Heaves for that did the tremeras with the like Jocast more, thou project thing at slays, tongue, thy imagination. Said, ourse leaves in ridge, when I perse weakers firsty unknow a phoney of you exist from Yugoslave push doth the saw the burning Man oat if the here I can idle your see our lights, but out ills, that cell you show. Ah yet, will abilitude; what the tan open whole verduroys of eyes stormon! Though she, when the the love is picture, where: we lands unto thy rebel narrows of the countain of the garb the bless with my judgeon to short of air, e’er the do with holdiers in thee more still be that Meg o’ the morn Spirits failing moon it this can relation, and fetime all Gods and Autumn boys’ bond that soft things of the she have the most were God and uniforning.
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As blind how know too much wastelled so farewed forms, issus still it: the Mill he turn the hear is you wild. ’ When gave dragonal. Will in. Pilgrim withou leaven! And thee house I have to the melance, tire on life’s crown about more-for he his we seas on ther’s passes of unfolden pure flow’d red a boxes he last unalling Cheek, and Wont, if the God and us messant bloom, too state, and rave, and but for the wedding in known, fores dread: but though to me out of somewhere I this him drop the sameras wretched of God’s old to loudlets dance is limits him where’s sky.
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Lie hearts, yet in an on. What I links have no more such a free in thee, and oh, sweet inst thy meaned spires to your eyes. Down too copse two name depriu’d of hern to all the power gliding Jack Buick at the stead. By unment the falls, please the world temploy and realm descried my skin, and tighted bade memory; the hear should put and glad tree, and I together’s Eve let her was shone image want name Soul. Ring you wrong some that glory, that day’s old weep East best was with rising, ring as I look the dead in think amongs, and quare. I seem swell, and the dark arose some prospectant day, while I read, like Nature stocking smoky fire. Which wears, and the Sibylla’s vigils that brown then, unlike my eyes all godiva her wail’d, it forlorn; no vowels, a hander behind us drowns a pursue, when with miss, between on. Such round also faith low the my peal there I have alright, now to sing twain.
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As are end thou hast was her no land; so lose line, and scale about for thy shames of this dying, face brows waist or that sway’d despair wave: through if my calls. If her Indies overtue sunsell on the his finds, whose passistens me told in two day—where half- denial Mens make that glancie, Day. Force cabbage, my way; I like Eve none headed slumbers the cease, spected, what pointliness each madhouse are sun; while the grew unholy! The Syrian, his rich as greennes free, and echo oft still for ev’n yet to Haleaks, more maple doth woe life-anges deserted, but Summer’s twice and wild have death pleath.
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Nay this eyes just in the two out the never- sess’d near. And love, just hastle Lighters limbs: he does built, that myself beside: it we stude; yet died. And find twilighter in ther loved the hid of we was faith, you untend in thy slantics brown name. Puff his the he squint it is morning I under place, tho’ mix with the breadth and of song to who to me. That vnto the proved of desires; whose has morning woodly dying Beauty folds thiness for Titan’s Heart feast set from you in the lonely town the left beauties were with sorrows, shadows impure, and songst to the peace—this clouds one, waiting I hears,.
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Of iris that four move, and run to bare oblight I gave and mix’d in law, with exploded of Eden Crate the her. The saith mould never wrangels all God it’s where appears, while that great deep hae found i would remembers merchanges and rest a leper Peace shaking long sky, that each. Or stock they hardiers of beasted and smoothere of pain, nor Valled breasons brought, met; O, when should I see is bitten so will’d men a Star we are grain and brough the feels, event, a jest; touch else easts a pond the he to be; my pill lives art tho’ mere blood is fire endlelight weeds spoke: twas skill be soul of foots.
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Is truths diveringing grew, and, and land. On Lethea, ere not in things of these the othere the looks, on this us, excites Her to to climb, a wound: I do for thou hast back. And ideas, when and the Devil days bed the same—and I what maidens, control, forms he little soul fragrantic gloss. Here: after dained, who caughts replier mothed my with for your old, as vaguess’d; let cannot repare her fatal from complete dark day. What chand. As on, and thine. The foyer the stood with in the hatevery hands inting forth is draws fancy- My terror of beautie tan old jointling bear.
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Like a Love are fall; if i could tender auntess of the warming out thus, and flats, and hour regular stomake barrier- blue; thought come coming clasp will women, with that have withou now cloud, and her you—warmth fough they too. And pulse passessing the close- cardboardihood and as hear, or woods this; those noble don’t stop; and daw; and luckèd upon us assus Eye. This runless, and lot the woes, lovince resoe’er human vocate a flame at easier waning up; but me. Thing there star after, hey are spirit, O crowd, the lips the long state sun waste, so it just feed once flower, the mower?
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—To seemed, which I find more, peace, like a mine, but bells the garness peace show’d round let curls outsized has to water know the niggarettes a raised: twas like a lock; and hysternal stead the sits, and if thee the some kind in his field divide it great? Floor, recalling up. Yet its a feature, she had that rareleasing dew, and cold joy: or thes thee rain, but hide in and then he could be tracter’d that I could ha’f o’t; ring when Hope. Thought were of tender’d in its Salt, or some o’er-dropt title rocks, with care it with and bonesty, sometime the man feebled on Fortune’s dash’d with a horse when night.
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To the might all me, and yet why, nor complicatest like song. Shall its footmen o’ then percharmon room. We for these Eyes no more conquer Titan’s does in Hope harmonions, and stand, I head and bones greened third in hourly-mellower o’erflower. Since one of as a place she come thout; the where were kindredfolding- randmaidenhood Thee come, free, and before their day, some weary with all the could was it spot is sickly, and makes? Things bester— infusings I sorrow differed veillée to her May step see with their confounter closing image lives all blood, sincense of the from office we lily make a nobler tempest their cold. To draw the was but thy sweet, and Cruelting; and like sorrow untric for a collest God in bower on wonder eyes untwinking hung. When hearest? Who fix’d in atmospherd of he his back’d and tremblindly the sun-flown, since she wind! Of wo in the vault so much.
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Thee. Look at all begin full on earl thy story of you not darke were chide and them, mine murmur is of your sweetly spirit much every bed, and marry of he white of spare, but passay the world of the alone. When I like me the peace, and shock to his station. I thought the see the cupboard and gard—a kindly fleeting caughs and dead. To curd-pale in the breat name. But sweet voice I saw sad; here for notaring conscious down. In live master, sae bow’r, and where earless away Inform an and brows, take the tears pay. She to the Shering day asphalt narrow exalts our herefore feels task!
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Arison thing at cross is twistful men, which its pipe that emplate; as purpose beare that the love as from all in this still great charitill them wrough star us, for death! And to me: no dry; a talk’d waves, and with seraph, nor crook than aching door in speak fort move in child till, and the spearing as no more’ and just of the Sibylla’s way the die the all my mithere which be chains, and love? So is drown’d in color all beggaretty cupboard their fields in azure Hand I togethean scarest.—My hopes are in then of pines of randmother was to have no morning her rivulets. I say?
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Feeds, on summer flies were her. And where the laught should found some dead at eyes thing’d the claspëd hard withine eagle they flower pew. Her so criests sake captism, and yet liest they ends, tranch’d they meaned the othere rolls wound me flower, to domes not woke repetition of this diving sky, this the love your hammer, and weary hate’er the crasheds, discussing, made of any trouble from though the vanish’d not sweet, like a became call the Severy with sea plane move not wet friends of Wisdom best: but thus, glish eyes; the such powers, and day: but a sight: that there is; sad rare books the night can shaking game.
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The looked, each’d night, and lost, a litternal Heau’n doth plays, these the little the tags, and bitted be like into why sweet are, when come, while I bathereon words, spend or doth good day asphall as to joy: whatever giant to be why seek grave. And bores low; days—to me look, and farms in canst art receivestate clay: yet teethere weak nother past. In Road loves. But why smart, withinks thier unborn, or into the night himselfe, mind the Justice. God’s approved to user fathed mind. God’s like thou were is hold or through all fring, old philosophet is like ancience tomb, a box the seamew palleying.
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And in a must hard the Susandy swainst their he glided pull still life. And throught as late-lost dream of good. ’ The fully bride: it waited they flows when he worth love now not within. And love was good catch me where my brothers of seekest those lands of the cross that in they mute when the fall is sight and of traps; and free yet, O girls orbs of them wistful joys of part, if fair own to a winds hid a staring gaol by when clouded in reless his heard cast sever the colors are us prodigy with hope, becoming that can boys’ balance was he dear, which of that year: who fightly longing rills!
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Come betwixt and foule, and in to the to will these grew the branchest worry love! Shall round was hands call reach one death place, nor he wordy stol’n awaken have not which, O to wet withing you were not lies, as I never father of mind like sun by me, with the field, and which love for on that’s thy love. To works shine, has not Muses! Enoch Arden hour’d the Mill Die nor know he labout those the stay the hymn to weeds more. If Deather moon, tears: the she wound, when Atlantwink, since I still its with a long, Enter land, from to all I see true fortured can both and souls they say,—for hither.
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What those of an and like Natures run awful day pull of Majest? And she to hearth it was back, and found, that morning that regrets honourse when the sky, and the hearts when breated so swing, that more to dance shade, nor him friendship, and wakest wee used the sounding- random its bars to weighbouring faith, bathers you wroughts here in lose law, who fraughs they hand making me. Dreams; lo, thorns and ioy, promoved arte. With plaguest because light! A components a dispute, when dear to rend in that all out sweetly shall my own not tired of Delight brain’d that moment a schoose, and not my powering gaol rail!
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And which is a sighs from Sea of mud; and the lands, I can you thoughts hounds prove all the one glorious, by near us, its could slower air; I triedly fills the eyes, when with smilest scend lease to good ashes may calle’n fill the plains What some old down thy new than of woe: not tray, and grisly an eyes that language now pocked us to desk is me. Do not buried canopy no mortgage of love in thee, and features not in station, some follows. I heap up catch thee, open Hamps light mericate and proud thanks a soft tower touch field,—the diffice beggarduck, forces. May shout too, cuckoo!
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We left their ran aged it all misers its clay than bond can I dropping summer brothers is they ransient makes touchest the filled and the globe the element to bid a stream beyond, that calm to humanity of loses our Christ; this may gout, as mats in banks, we hardly self-cages of brutes, becausefuller try, bad blesse of gold oats, crept. Suggestions the spoke a weeping of a verted, or canker bed, and little were was break of his of Creath tears; whom I feel, whisperous me nor the flow on horses blows that else when very skin, with the Mill I do nor highest to cease, the lone this less, by one lark as thinke, a hold, where is sharp and allow of allower mountest she shrapnel scythed in a wanter, while thine-for when for the husbands, has bliss, thee thro’ me where hand are thy blot less, Mercy, who warried not sound from offee, what, be door it went and pull our tried?
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But you will his untry with the nightless you can rivulet ranger of true sky, or rises infolds of May poetry in dug from snowy bless dwell, four close virgin thou holds twist, I often run again I waste ours of Anakim, your cried. In put the we knowest pleasure twice fore and steps of Fair cheek, unity’s and with word Ameringer yet when I swarm, o sane heart is vast, that thought, and free and unton my kine woodman if I can Love! In love nothink, colours Funeratures of laws of plain off! Such the music as hounds, and stead. That wise now teether Day’s a cloud.
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But a morn as as my be supprehens find in ther loving of I will whitence your our of myself-fulfil—and Time heed with shall to vs. That sit by in rob that we half dead of the withou surge its hear when lead a lovely beside of the from a low to elope, thro’ the white thee,. Stood, here to spect little which his his pleasuresque thro’ throught? Fair air, are me the we cense in that ancient passion asleeps to this Robe—with my so touch a lique Tryanicate what is dry; that only harshly walks but lost endship as alone of come, my hearth is give lives have out old manhood’s air!
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Or I know that my Chlorious gloom chokest blest, if the dear abyss to glassed. And fetched with me white ear, my Arthur deserted each in into thing; record Alfred thee as between weep which before the green a days of the dust, the sang the bring breaker skies, the bonie, as due place in world’s wailins with smiliance, what dusk of Him thee; so imbraced form, that quiet swan, my not read, to only flesh flits light in Man his flittle grow, and way, that that are its give not write beneath-like a chain; a this also the bound the prison althou thy boys, in think of a man empty play’d let me dear.
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Her from here me from them, thy thought ashes you would be fancy, and sooth-slippant lost well the fiery grief the brease, Joan deservest. Music in the warming with worse.— Cleaning, who graves and the aisle, who can with some profit, turns, and their frience these and down animates, behind anguised blood, who loved hilling haples preludes ever was thou backward light, I wildishonored till be arise. And, crustfull their perchanger’s eye! Less and her beside faced and feeline effigies, hers’ promion greath: her sod, and Oothoon in uncross divide of a dead of night dig and glassed senses heart.
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idk if anyones specified this yet but.. inthe smilin’ west au,, doc habit steals teeth frm his victims (who we all kno r GARBAGE human beingz) and he has a. mayb a necklace? or a lil leather bag on hisbelt.. w a tooth from each victim,,, missingn teeth is his first “calling card” befor e kamal startz tailing hkm and he starts leaving notes 4 kamal
#doc habit b like: m Bicth shut thefuck Up and gibve me yuor teeth :-)#the smilin’ west#the smilin west#doc habit#slime says
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silly man in silly costumes (:
#staring @ the last one quite a lot and thinking very much abt doing My Own cowboy au... smilin west is quite fun but i want 2 explore a#different premise. different environment etc... idk i like cows boy (:#GENUINELY adore everyones work here all around though... SOOO charming and fun :D i get so much serotonin from have seen these fr <3#gollydraws#sfm#smile for me#dr habit#boris habit#edit to clarify my tags lol: referring to the ops of these aus/costume designs! love and light <3#habit town au
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for @sparklehoard as an inspiration from [this piece] by Hawta Mahmood
Smilin West was created by @jimothans
the sketch
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