time always can’t as a
slim dance focus old scrub beaming
across was country side
or front
then or now flows, not a
friendly witness,
plosives get to platform
goes perform,
as i slant into how they
manage, they do old
volkish sarongs, leap to
there the
exclamation, knowing
being hard, not that easing into
flout at the main
cylinder—
all tranks go into upper
paleo unseen moment
stares pretty hard at the
kitchen time, er, maybe
fleeced i wdn’t
be as surprised as we
say:
manufactured in a
workshop
no one watching, now it
represents
authenticity as a flaking
skull
rendered in slatted
looking the other
crystal, version
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