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Linear Near Tree

Burning in the distance,

Holding the recumbent effort,

Near forever.

Have I ever left there.

If so, why have I ever?

Can the clover be cheerful and clever?

Is there no leftover,

Between the dove on the rover.



Come closer.

Delineate the chauffer,
to go forward.

500k whatever is left over...

For me to digress the significant order.

Partaking in the noper.

That's my friend, let her in tauter.

She has something to see, don't you notice.

Resonance and recognizance over.

More-over. It's Sigmeed and Coper.

Lesbianism as a fore-purr.

Teach me how to dance in the middle of October.

If you can't make love to the shoulder.

Please let my Jesus stay over.

Get high,
No.
More.

Believing in the beginning of time as we unwind to the former.

Cousin's intact; ideology of sober.

Reality in Truth and plenty left. 'More right 'sr.'

To the Left Sir and don't remind yourself of the scale.

Crisp as a pale ale, with a gray in the nail, as the glance of the turbine sun in the whale.

Blowing pleasantly to the snow.

It is the season to be glowing and gold.


Welcome to the family.

....
....


Begin again.

Or die over and over.

HEAVING again to the DOVER.







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