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Need I say more, my archlight of words. A watermelon on a pier turning avidly the color of strings is a bandage to strangers' arms in avalanche, makeup slowly to a pine cone waves slowly at passing at tears then in blue and white stripes
The capability to burnt bad feelings. Pale in insect. In that velvet, pouring stones. My sleeves caught in all the air. Salt and sweet stairs with lime underfoot. I am the care-giver, I am carp, and unemployed
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