rushing each slit whips by sheding light upon porcelain incisors you pick your first victim...
four of them...the wisdom...
hard to say when it withered which blossom would parachute which in to the powdery pleasantry of the mother's embrace...
pavement...
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o and you the ground we stand on...sheltered within the hulking contemporary and quaintly sweet maternally shifted erect risen fallacy we lay within shadow of the nest...
shielded composed but vulnerable of our microcosmic comparison left to right vitreous plated silled pain completely void of blueberry pie...
the rush brought us down upon the skull cracked barrier...so now we run with...
deer whom ever this may concern,
23hundred disappearance earned
searching rushing pulling pon tides of since gift...
you see what no where and no how happened and now we here...no point to primitive pete when a screwdrivers so near....
but we've plucked the boat off so distant on the horriz-net...the sky bends and object-ive been shifted...
so we re-route and lifted, a pond, a bove, a barrier once forgotten, could be the paramount no rotten than the glitz corralled eye center...
too much of a balance and we wait on the dock...
seated knees bent to swing fling feet flick toes across the serene and silent meniscus...breaking the cooperatively valing par-tick-you-tock-you-ares apart once again merging with sea...the we
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