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from Reach/Recover |
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Someone said trace the thing. But as moving? I cared so much about the pattern that the pot crashed lightly blocking the door. You were pretty in one little phone call but then the hanging up, an object snug into a larger one then my breathing, how inconsistent. I don't want to get better if it means depending on, or bloom gloriously w/o the best suit. How early do we show up for the avant-garde jazz man, how many forms of loving will keep me unawating? Hair grows low if you care little about wind; draw the tree with the absence of seasons or wedge the floor open. That I went a long ways down the street with you on the other end, hearing in moving but you as still, elsewhere, the day going too. |
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