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the long wave shimmered slightlyquivering on an oscilloscopecalibrated correctly revealed its stunning curvesto eyes peering through machineryone hund..
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to the girl who doesn't know she's beautiful
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perhaps the daywas broken long before the sun was upand casts of lonely stars faded like a kissand the horizon begged for lightthe way tormented souls..
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intentionally placed each stitch;heavens seamed, woven within.seamstress calloused, dejected, and thick,driven, fatigued, and needle pricked.back to w..
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you ain't the best i ever heardfo' shobut MAN!i dig them crazy groovesi was in norfolk in 89dropped out of school and hitched a ride --got on the..
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the seam imperatively breeched,impossibly predicting your touch.even the most inanimate and suchfind themselves dislodged and impeached ,surprised and..
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okay... i think it's complete
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if Shakespeare's heart, crack-shattered, fluttering aboutlingering lofty pieces, eternal, sun dripping pearls of gold,love's unrequited tragic stance,..
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as a child,how wasiconvinced?onlyaftertouchingwas the flame real,andthemysterydid disappear.even asan adultIwonder.let me look into your mouth;gape it..
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confounding thoughts distilled and weightedyou steal my sleep! be gone! deflated!should I pen this deprivation?where is my quill for such occasion?wri..
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