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but all maps are false starts

vested choice
sugar dada
hand in
certain hand

Refusing the war, he turned his back and would not open
the gate. "The wind did it."

crested hours
fiery circle
slipping off the weak angle
scatter houses

cardboard token
quivering gift
threaded with unreadable thread
performs as a gift

offered, it was a gift

But it had the token some touch, call for want recognition
entitles,
so she me they
A bevy of flats its safe to say and bundles that made
loops of chat. Does that refer.

Walk in beauty like the dead
the dark is at its zenith, etc.
a kind of iridescent
or even near blur
given for possibilities
forgive the echo

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Sweep the information
in the framework
of its devices
there will be no remains
no signs of pressure
surprise is real
the belief that blood circulates
consolidation occurs in the response

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"Body, divide-up, why"*

First the idea of a day's generalization.

Parody is made then attacked.

The skeleton is lying down as it should. The baby sat on the edge
of a skull as it must

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One tries understanding

all translation
rather wants to intersect

to color very carefully
the cypress for example is missing

hearth said time
pots and pans hanging knives

unafraid to say one of the many topics

debate or dispute hadn't left memory yet

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Why love the
inevitable drama

hearts' ease
to read
time's topic

chooses its favorite version
a statement of beloved power

no messenger

that there could be no messenger
faking presence

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