likely how heaven,
with names attached, a quotient for human, and it is july, proud to
be, like a laser wants more, like a taser says more, apparent lily in
a fairly certain field.
once a poem in a
dream, albeit language goes for waves, in approximate reunion,
circles called antelopes, currently, they were playing.
the animal of hunger
exercises flashes and conveyance, long language and about time forget
about after time.
american like
factory for data, it’s a strange courage / you give me...
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