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all across the shore

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I don’t think of things that thought a purpose. the most fumbling is a method in itself. I swam to see what it is, from far, a gold turns to silver, etc.   that which turned what I am into …

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even the fan wants to get in on the action

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perfect musical floor imagine it now nodding feet eggbrowns something crystal shatters beside pools coshivering this cold clap is brushing descending a pouring line sees all melodiously fluid flew a flooded floor (one method a two method melodiously supper swarms …

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placid as can be

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line lake so adrift behind or beneath a striping courtesan of blue one awake towards beach’s cunning roots a covering swallow heard night’s a potent parcel steam while a sewing interrupts day indistant in few in many  

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a walkthrough of energy.

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I felt especially tight in my shoulder at the beginning. my left shoulder. and then, it began to resound with something. a balm or sun at its peak or just a something. in it I felt small circles making their …

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to an east never knew

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your fieldless pregnant looking¬† & what looks is possibly a question of distant colors and their liveliness. How I want to live in your colors, your amber empty, your potential arrangements how you know light or dark or the warm …

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no resting the wet

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how greengrey how you face sunlight prowling how round a circumstance how most wrinkles contain what grows growing silent & there a small breath I finally speak it the lore of exhale I only touch ground to explain your possible …

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somewhere becomes lower

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now presence towers again – now please pardon this once before it was arriving – over which places height without hiding height while under is a bawling blue or shadow or corners cut hard toward their outer edges a purpose …

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inchoate babble

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bundle puddles is it here, again, where grey grass aches liquified? balanced dew newly wedded, yellow cosmic choked sweated now the face is making faces poplar woven yellow seaward bitten froth under weary weights, fate is not fates is watery …

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