if i want to be abstruse i’ll be cornucopia finished in the
mix; a new drown gritty
alively, i’ll go take a spin at
the coastal wanting stalking forming;
we just hang in there, a mild porpoise i needle now the line slice
over it; if you go to and e-mail
shows the way & showers the way,
if you go to an alien world all sliced with mindful tatters; all bets are off; a necessary sweeping and the land
prodded where the land died,
wholly
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