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From a poem by Joseph Torra.
What goes away on its own. Can come back on its own. Hollowed out and quiet tense. I conjugate privacy and sadness. And a second away from. Being an angel and a microphone. I can do to throw the tow rope. The tall winter light solid crying. Solid singing in the modular. And now and again it does seem. Important to be saying, to have said,. Participating as no, temperate and right.
In the presence of strangers no excuses. No more frustration enough with the sympathy. Sacrilege in that case a diehard if you like. 29 million travelers passing notice. Enigmatic of spotted fighting, see also Crime. Vacation sites and activities as some of the flaws. To the life they made in. The morning and over the phone.
Limns the objects of attention anew. This work is paradoxically both stark and rich. In its few lines, it delivers us to a fullness of sight and sound.
YOU CANNOT LEAVE THE ROOM. The lamp shining on my filter paper. But it was dark in my head that night. Above alone but none more capable. The signal said we wish to form. An Earth beyond your dreams. The perfect alien of wish fulfillment. Lunar beds in planetary belts. No halts on the limiters. The plan was to crosscheck the children.
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Lisa told Bea ghost story bookkeeper entered when I come home nothing books sold refund check bed frame sold to expecting couple saves us from high-end steak house.
The chime of an ice cream truck. This could be any world. This could be any nerve. Is the crucially useless circus. In which I rehearse the bruise.
Remember, the animals are your hands. Holy water, and has no election. To wait here the foreseeable future. Before groundswell after other realm. String of x lands counter crystal. Pieces the wounded low on giving. High on life and drugs. The long night the haunted mall. Ambient president of the untied states. A few introductory fears to stagger exist.
The month of our birth. Logan Ryan Smith on February.
Lisa told Bea ghost story bookkeeper entered when I come home nothing books sold refund check bed frame sold to expecting couple saves us from high-end steak house.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006.
The chime of an ice cream truck. This could be any world. This could be any nerve. Is the crucially useless circus. In which I rehearse the bruise.
Remember, the animals are your hands. Holy water, and has no election. To wait here the foreseeable future. Before groundswell after other realm. String of x lands counter crystal. Pieces the wounded low on giving. High on life and drugs. The long night the haunted mall. Ambient president of the untied states. A few introductory fears to stagger exist.
The month of our birth. Logan Ryan Smith on February.