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ls of something grander and <i>other </i>than yourself <i>— </i>to be safe — just for a time, they’ll afford themselves all the lines, to have that blind felicity.</p><p id="cc09">Silence is golden; rapacious is the need for the other’s semblance in primary thought be the wasteful inclusion! For I, O, <i>Aye </i>— be the depth in the narrow, true course of my <i>Gnosticism</i>.</p><p id="4c7c">Yet do I idol myself the same as this frightful <i>State</i>?</p><p id="179e">Silence is golden; silence is done for tracks.</p><p id="8aeb">But are my tracks being run in the same inertia as the grander whole?</p><p id="1b77">Silence is where ignorance bides no traps; silence ensnares the quartet that once ghosted the flow of beguiling throngs now gone to shame.</p><p id="4828">Silence is golden wherein any mind is detracted from all senses of the human course by the recourse of the fit-for-tide of another.</p><p id="5fb9">Officer hides his hints about the desires, overheating his person</p><p id="1dd1">By the impeded judgment of his position, hence his callus forecourt of reasoning.</p><p id="02a2">Silence is golden for the Socialized one; whereby the orgasm is admonished and the religion exists at the belying notion and motion of the State de censure.</p><p id="7f4a">Silence is golden for the safe one without the made an effort to be safe — just for a time. For the slightest change of language, is their <i>beauty </i>beholden.</p><p id="3bd5">Silence is golden; rapacious is the need for the other’s semblance in primary thought be the wasteful inclusion! For I, O; I — be what I shall be to the depth in the narrow, proper course of my transcendence beyond their faiths combined.</p><p id="d1f8">COME <b><i>ALONG WITH THE <a href="https://medium.com/@joanieadamms/subscribe">DOCTOR’S NEWSLETTER</a></i></b></p><figure id="bd58"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*HYj5WzRswyOPe0UubzuarQ.jpeg"><figcaption><b>Katharine Hepburn — <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Katharine_hepburn_woman_of_the_year.jpg">Woman of the Year</a></b></figcaption></figure><p id="f2ce"><b><i>No ONE KNOWS WHERE THE DAY SHALL LEAD THEM:</i></b></p><div id

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Silence Is Golden — A Decrying Note

The Tracks Are Always Changing — Is It What You Set Out To Be Free?

John Martin — Ruins of an Ancient City

A TRUE GAME Of SOLITARE:

Silence is golden; silence is done for tracks.

Silence is where ignorance bides no traps; silence ensnares the quartet that once ghosted the flow of beguiling throngs now gone to shame.

Silence is golden wherein any mind is detracted from all senses of the human course by the recourse of the fit-for-tide of another.

Officer hides his hints about the desires, overheating his person

By the impeded judgment of his position, hence his callus forecourt of reasoning.

My moods, in the beguiling, rub you off as cold —

Starkly is it becoming my utterly encompassing mood —

Silence is golden for the Socialized one; whereby the orgasm is admonished and the religion existing at the belying notion and motion of the State de censure.

Silence is golden for the safe one without assembling an effort — It is the fond strand to remain silent, in the bowls of something grander and other than yourself — to be safe — just for a time, they’ll afford themselves all the lines, to have that blind felicity.

Silence is golden; rapacious is the need for the other’s semblance in primary thought be the wasteful inclusion! For I, O, Aye — be the depth in the narrow, true course of my Gnosticism.

Yet do I idol myself the same as this frightful State?

Silence is golden; silence is done for tracks.

But are my tracks being run in the same inertia as the grander whole?

Silence is where ignorance bides no traps; silence ensnares the quartet that once ghosted the flow of beguiling throngs now gone to shame.

Silence is golden wherein any mind is detracted from all senses of the human course by the recourse of the fit-for-tide of another.

Officer hides his hints about the desires, overheating his person

By the impeded judgment of his position, hence his callus forecourt of reasoning.

Silence is golden for the Socialized one; whereby the orgasm is admonished and the religion exists at the belying notion and motion of the State de censure.

Silence is golden for the safe one without the made an effort to be safe — just for a time. For the slightest change of language, is their beauty beholden.

Silence is golden; rapacious is the need for the other’s semblance in primary thought be the wasteful inclusion! For I, O; I — be what I shall be to the depth in the narrow, proper course of my transcendence beyond their faiths combined.

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Katharine Hepburn — Woman of the Year

No ONE KNOWS WHERE THE DAY SHALL LEAD THEM:

Marches Of Gold; Our Publication:

PERFIDY — SIGHTSEER’S POEMS

As ever, Dear Reader.

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