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from INTERSTATE 8 (2008)
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She sings in the viola clef she hampers his whole style she aggravates her next-of-kin she does what I defied myself to do and did not do the tinder Crosby Stills Nash and Young polites me until I resign from all Pilates classes Pontius P.
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Fence struts poked into the dried yard accommodate a world’s worth of inference to tell your spouse if you have one and to keep to self if you have one and to forget if you’re a spy and to regurgitate if you’re a traitor and a blank space if you’ve a keyboard nearby.
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Maverick is what he nicked himself palaver came to whistle through the storebought teeth I hear his language almost chewed out of resilience and now the thumbed ride comes and I with it to join resource and need only to feel then write it amid uptime equal to the downspout.
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I reach for the cheap cellphone subscription that I might reach you to continue conversation that is just one long and polished oeuvre showing how we are creating what we will be leaving prints of evidence across my skin and psyche.
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