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Lines for the Masses like BOOM In the presence, of the present, and the stool of shaky ground. With the cast of chattering sense on to the plank, past the jump line. It’s getting regular and more monotonous... if not for the scars I would be empty handed and if not for the dreams I would be rotten, all the way through to the end... AND if not for the spoil I would make away with at least one heart on the press of perseverance. The lines make it from A to B on the stamp, simulating the carbon, picks up the image of likeness.. and the silhouette is always a shadow, not to be chased. The original has been pinned to six foot digs! Some other friction in the fiction has a new edition. On the fringe of not talling the crutch, but falling the such as... trimmings on cables as ankles parade AND wrists brigade on that one mountain, big enough to touch, a red line, streaming drops of life trailing off finger tips. Neckties with purple lips, eyes, blue lids, and pale expressions. Lesson in trenches, violent niches, erode. On crass glitches the few grudge on, grit the teeth but don’t bite the tongue. Que up on the answers rewind the question and play in reverse. |
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what do you have to say.... huh.. did the back track lack the 12" between 6' and 7' or am I just 5...
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