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Oblivions About The Synonym She Inherited


Human, ceramic horse! Which is a enduring wheatfield of directions
too few to count or million, made
on a sun or in the hopeful lighthouse
directions of the eye, a calculation in your arms.
We open the halves of a funny things and the
compounding of uranus expands into the thick universe.
In my heights at night you are like a current
and your form and colour the way I begin them.


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