morning toot

just to say
  I've got nothing to add, ergo


everythingishness.     NOW, that
  little bit of business has been

[last lust licked is a rotten…]

endgame.         Oh
  me, oh my
  oh, when what would one say
  or feign to windmill with words

[red shadows dress tree]

every equals empty thing(s), squared and so forth

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