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Sep 2015


Open mouth against burning back sun
spotted and adored. Phantasia fills the
whole screen.

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I urged the flamingos,
create!

See where
BPA Free bottles prism out,

where heels on concrete cut to a heron stepping through the morning fog-

shadow box and a cell phone.

Don't they love me
with my beaded sombrero,

lumping elephants into ant lines, clipping
the hawks wings?

I want this tree applying anti-aging cream in the scene where we off the ******.
Mote
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Mote  31/F/Michigan
(31/F/Michigan)   
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