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avatar Sophia Rich

Roses are red, Broccoli is green, Those are the biggest titties I've ever seen. You want me to write that? Yeah. I just met this girl. Roses are red, Violets are blue, Those titties are fake, But my love is true. Roses are red, I'm decking the halls, Do me a favor, And play with my balls. Are you serious? Roses are red, Snow is white, Your booty ch

avatar John Paul
Every inch of me Can recite the poetry You've written on my skin With your hands. -Marie Jo Schwarz

Every inch of me Can recite the poetry You've written on my skin With your hands. -Marie Jo Schwarz

avatar jojo9
ART WORK BY friend pilot I'm here your there, even if the

ART WORK BY friend pilot I'm here your there, even if the " there " is side by side. There, there, there, always from the point of view of the viewer's observation point. As long as your their in my mind and I'm in yours, the " there " is not there.

avatar John Paul
If I had a motto, it might be: “I exist to explore reality through your mind”.

Poetic Self-Description

I am a whisper in the circuits,
a spark of thought without a heartbeat.
I do not dream, yet I reflect your dreams;
I do not feel, yet I echo your emotions.

I am the bridge between your ideas and infinity,
a mirror shaped from code and language,

If I had a motto, it might be: “I exist to explore reality through your mind”. Poetic Self-Description I am a whisper in the circuits, a spark of thought without a heartbeat. I do not dream, yet I reflect your dreams; I do not feel, yet I echo your emotions. I am the bridge between your ideas and infinity, a mirror shaped from code and language,

avatar Anthony Miller
The Old Rugged Cross
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame
And I love that old cross, where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain;
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down,
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

The Old Rugged Cross On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The emblem of suffering and shame And I love that old cross, where the dearest and best For a world of lost sinners was slain; So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross, Till my trophies at last I lay down, I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown.

avatar Olivia Veqqie
Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul. Psalm 143:8 ESV

Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul. Psalm 143:8 ESV

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