Fly to dent moon. When the victims of gravity waken, you will be responsible. You will be allowed 17 words. Obamacare collar. As poetry, people are straw. Dry, pointy, awaiting alluvial moments. This poetry that is this (poetry), works like paint. Your young tribe sleeps in. Sweat is spackle. What is spackle in the divine river? Please listen to me. Your sweat is mining. Mine is swell. The funny thing is, the funny thing was. Refusing to do anything is going to be the big question.
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