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Downriver...crystalline ventriclesgurgling, bedded stones believerest--greenhorn's hymnal.Land kept at your sides, passedand passing, love's dicastvig..
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...Away...the full-bodied overran spiritedly its cup--fetched in movements, musical.Impress of eyes laved by their transpiration...as that daylong Sta..
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Might I farewell you: madame, sir?It is in such a way of my ways thatthis farewell's come.The caliber of my absence unrestseverywhere...will you feel ..
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There's a vine shaped as lightning--grapes bittersweet, supple...come to it,each an epiphany.Crushed, their red skin lets out juice,life-yield.Sealed ..
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Seasons splay their elemental carousels all overthe singular recess of you.As you are the season opened...supine amidstthe phantasmic quad of their ac..
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The window kept receding, moonlight brokeagainst it...trailed by entangling cigarettesmoke.Giving it all the appearance of a deep seajelly fish.You.....
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You took the car, bit down upon theshapeless frequency of the radio...muzzled by it--you suffused stations,conglomerations of songs allayed theirencod..
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That morning the sunlight kept flickering...as if blinking,Apollonian funnel, you kept taking from it...as per yourblinding leverage.A resounding boom..
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Where the church bell gapesat its golden discs gain theairy steep.Where the eagle depositsits majestic soar, a mass offeather and talon--Empyrean'sdoo..
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My words drop as stonesbefore my feet--by coreessence issued...yet therebefore.Might I find the Ego ofyesteryear that so happilyflew them...I would ba..
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