Sunday, August 13, 2017

Wouldn't Have Recommended the Initial Response

It rushes two to sense of lasting one. The aperture broke. The harmonium in the basement, set at bleak setting.

The toss is unoriginal, and every word between, listening the last, the music. Chords for what?

Pressure resistance, precious insistence, a letter as ladder, reserve nothing for engagement. Nothing more than the conglomerate toss. Author of the pieces.

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