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Future Fronds

 Dawn reads a wider

As it raises
day grey
carefully and
easing wind will
shake

X establishes mystery of quantity
And nothing more
But strange constellating

field of token
now

Psychoanalysts from the very tree filled city streets bamboozle effective wainscoting elfware of the elements well down and into the scour, to see the precinct and the transferring light. Follow straight to the bending, marginal made ideal. All sonority escapes in simple trillions against too much. Featured vowel supply capital unknown to equity: 

  • Paintings of suspicious blue and axion, oculated until desperate, tho hinged.
  • Fast piping from the smoky hills and radical heights. 
  • Jocular bonus in so many words or sport festoon. 
  • Some doors fastened to approximation. 
  • Another quake aspirant, adaptive rivulet reproach. 
  • A talent for the present tense and passing, with violins and nostra. 
  • A picnic concluding picnic, with any child aware. 

And so forth, eliminating the need for unknown ballad or kindled at all. The city will be safe in time or beyond it. Skirling analysts free base until smoke faction arrival earmark start of guess. These ideas never lasted long.“How you feel that now?”


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