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from INTERSTATE 8 (2008)
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Hog-sized guy of forty-five or let’s say fifty-some drives by on smallish bike with avocado shirt green lettering that reads in big white lettering “safety first” I have been listening “once you get to know them . . .”
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Service-petro jurisdiction pries the lifeline out of me into a divot mashed again until I brave the litmus held by you and tantrum my way to the goldilocks of inexperience against a better judge than Larry at the bromide store keeping estrangement purged asunder
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He has declared in so many words desire to mimic me my rasher of designer daylight ripples sans the benefit of striking lucid sea its own shrill salt text blazing into view withholding then a supple muscularity as sure as cleaving and as margined
# Never before had I felt wordlessness overcome his rapture with voice quality and command form breathalized invocable sound surely pure as strophes made clapboardly a votive tribute to those passed |
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