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Why not trivialize, surely we love the alphabet Here the curtains blow so the wind is actual, I am trying to get a fistful. Let’s repeat the looks on those lovers’ faces and fail. The glass keeps most of the water, downstairs fruit rots, remember the time you lost the race with the clouds it was only last Sunday — During the hit and run I have little to say. Only, your hand with its broken thumb and I’m fat as a house. And bust up the silence only don’t use my prize rocks. Golden raincoat in the closet extinguishing. Watering the seeds a daily event, fresh tips, porch sagging with rain. Yes, that grocery store certainly does have the freshest broccoli in town. Salty margarita glass. Water wearies too, you know. [ 17 ...

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