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[walkoutnotes]

with the steam mushing out of the opaled tower slashed with rust, i held the gazing of the glaring and caught the moon rising in fast-motion chasing the car.  we witnessed the clarity sky and the colorfully puffs of clouds and the feel of tires needing air kneading the asphalt.  the feelingness of the movement moment
or the staring stopping
of the

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[monkeyparts]

- Pretty alliteration.