balance
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Awaiting Diagnosis
who whips little wooden orbits sayshello i am laughtersoured there isgrass mown & wind stilled & i have come up to the hole& found it lacking
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 378
that last walk i pissed a sigh and she tickled thought breath needs but one last walk piss my tail beats twice bedsheet breath in the dither the third time i’m surprised her white lashes flutter nothing lasts walk across high-pitched europe in heels white europe pissed away that walk i pissed sigh she has…
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wikipedia poem, no. 27
a stubborn lock stops itself from laughing all just carry me Have some pride of the cruel an addict licks the whoring bed to die metaphor is too easy but a finish weapon I stubborn lock myself from the person to medicine like a stubborn lock stops itself from laughing the metaphor is too easy…
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