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| Oak tree you're in my way |
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| always play Exquisite corpse with children~ boobfeet |
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| tiny details of amusement draw me away from you |
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| riderless victories ~ |
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| neck snapping clarity of ware |
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| nothing we can do. . . or create can ever stand as perfect as this trash can topper~ or show our utter disdain for wildlife |
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| a haunted world adrift before our eyes~ anti-clock |
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| can childhood realities ride upon such nightmare |
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| a caged gilded journey |
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| in filtered cobwebbed colors |
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| atomic engined play things~ empty |
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| man-sized cock |
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| Rise like . . . lions |
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| mark this toads passing not in carrousels majesty but in visions of hope |
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| one-piece goddess walking upon the waters |
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| where power plants create artificial sunset |
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| breaded perfectionist |
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| we kill others to display beauty among weapons of sport |
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| all roads should be dirt~ blazed across deer-fly fields |
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| people meeting at bridges |
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| little beauties ~ replenished |
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| things i don't buy~ for you |
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| Delaware~ Indian river inlet bay~ the end of the east |
NE!L~
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