Penitential Poems - Poems about Penitential

...I feel in führer rated and envious... entrapped within webbed wide world weft as a rump pulled stilts skein at warp speed exhibiting my heroic trumpian wiles cuz he (johnny come lately) a then......

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...god is what I don't know high Gothic arches pierce the sky to commemorate a body washed ashore on the bank of the Rhine that inspired a wave of pogroms in 1287 a body, that became a saint a ......

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...Suicidal Ideation March 30th, 2022 linkedin... to mein kampf insync with mine body dysmorphia After reading articles published within April 4/11 2022 of The Nation I challenged the efficacy t......

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...Have mercy on me, O God, in Your Goodness; in the greatness of Your compassion wipe out my offense Psalm 51:3 There are severe penitential realms that was sung or spoken can give us much spiritua......

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...Lamenting appalling heartbreaking mistreatment... nonagenarian father experiences at Normandy Farms Though dead, I gauge these past one hundred and four plus months linkedin with Gregorian cale......

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...A lecherous neophyte he preyed upon their folded hands and closed eyes bathed in their dolorous mumblings sated himself on their penitential inhibition Left them to flounder hopelessly - adrift......

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...Deliberation about courting death rooted throughout mine psyche fueling sinister chortle at least since bout with anorexia nervosa, but... maybe ginned blood, sans umbilical cord transfused in ut......

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...Cuz while ya steel got moxie, don't nix chance if only a dot before death finds flesh rotting alot. A self-actualized fringe benefit as I racked up orbitz round sun - wi......

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...Ha-ha spirit vibe penitential living type Spread her smile an every heart whistle She I care for before all nor see or call Ay, I love her, her all nature need cuddle Speech esse, for i know ......

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...What’s lost can’t be found, what’s old can’t be familiar. Sincerity freely reeks- crimson tears run down my cheeks. Breathing became breathless and my lungs became emp......

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