Stupid,
the fit, the rag wriggle minim op
perfection
by possession, game to rev thru
all
yer time as twisted desire types
flow
chert at cave entrance a bat exit
to
tone up squeal rhomboid fakery
lack,
almost in singin’ cringe time.
So
keep going lag ripple
you
won’t catch me out in the poetic
field,
burning a prose grass to amass
evidence: long import safety regs,
at a
spiffy kinda distance, drub.
Link,
unlink; overlink. Like ...
more
exceptions finagle
a
little glitch or
the
back part of informo
de-veined
like the
co-media:
pair
a’ dice
re-grained
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