When things of an unknown origin were doubled, I had troubles
There were clear and humid from perturbulous lies, I saught a layman
A seer
A guru
An unfamiliar influence
From photons under the ground in a forest.
Where the gutters lean towards the coy fish.
I promised the cain the chair had a direction.
Not unlike a throne.
It is automatic like the precipitve breezes luring south.
I fed them their 290th meal.
A ladder-vine-climax, to open the gaping hole of the already existing open.
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