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Limestone Moon or September, 2007

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We are situated in stone just beyond the gateway. Wrought-iron swinging ways like branches over great ivy-laden stone – feeling its way along rough-hewn surfaces, moon surfaces, even, when in midnight moon the light from different angles, each space reflects …

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fascinating fellatio freezer

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  The old doors were rickety, three years (at least) of rust and dew covered the particular screws and ratchets that would have held the door in place. If it was a dry, sunny day, the old man in his …

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Harp swings twice

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The harp swings twice, murderously, avenging the trails of sound storms it had brought with it. Burrow underneath, it sings, with high alto vibrato and listen for the ground rumblings, for this is where I am born.

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petulance and a dry thief III

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it sweeps by your feet, swings you off of rafters, into some graciousness, a path laid forward by wrinkles in holes that stink basements and are heaped in piles where minds still keep quiet. Delicious carnival sense of the place, …

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the spot rock

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I hit the spot rock, lightly, with my palms Ingesting an elixer (that I had found), that had burdened my arms with its weight, I break the glass (that it had been discovered in), smashing it on the spot rock. …

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impressions (grooves)

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The cards eat themselves. In an intoxication, burrowing {felines} reap an overture of their hissing – pronunciations upon a crowd These cards burn, incandescent withering incandescence ballooning and bursting as their emaciated legs shiveringly whip against their sides (In castles, …

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properly functioning adjunct

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Brutal Imps on stilts steel of sacrament steal the xylophone, ascilloscope, truncated novel, and wheelbarrow VIEW stomping tar pits wheeled in, wheeled out steer slowly for the sake of simple material aesthetics

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overall, overall

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I never knew I was a real man at all, in any collectively stimulating masculine wayward eye casting with intention corpuscles relaxing manner (in a sickly way) the caustic ruminations of skin. Bellowing with assertions, ownership of the land and …

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