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* When I look to the past, I see only perplexing things: a flask emptied by thirst miniature beckoning mouths, as sleepless as open eyes ( where is the compass?) Embracing the whole garden first, then holding the parts close So I went on the whole night– Reverie leaving a mark on skin, small burst of a whisper, a cloudy puff— fetal burden in the eye * She calls to me: real ...
likewise this call should be transferred. not counting. not counting. knot. if someone is chewing loudly, eat them to hide the noise. almost the same as perfume; how a basket of peaches muffles a room. watch out for too many keys; also, for old Portuguese proverbs. lens caps are accepted in the forest. silicon earth is a better terrazzo. it’s much worse to live in fear anyhow. I know a fantasy. one is right there. training time. mares learning harness are small-eared. flying bats are high fashion designers. so what are the differences between a cat's coats? oh, all that devour our mind’s legs. more bandages it's readers who should get canon-stuffed not these milquetoast critics. if a cannibal muses too loudly, eat them to stop the prancing. almost as clowning as your colon a sulphur musket spills the room beware the bottomless credit card an old Hollywood aphorism why are hens fully capable without silliness to smooth the tempe...