link slow not
knowing if you use the system
another
one’ll freeze up it fascinates an eye
with
long
seething lack to a prominent huh?
no crystal shatters when the poem
leafs thru
all stun
if stun lack
(or loafs)
craze: stall, shutters open, wan,
how permanent it is to like something lung-
width, i mean
to prosodicate up: seasonal wuther
brings
heights blues, or, off naying: nights (low)
sleetingly
echo—
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