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Sep 2018
The glory of the earth, buried so loved the change & the ways
& methods, I remember eating the food of the temple as I sat
in the light of the harlots given to the daughters of the letters;
written to the holding of the angle or more of the natural,
he stood, the choir of the table, the lover; Christian mom's
crazy gun shy ghost; corporate, Jack to imagine the town
of of the ladies turning to desert skin, keeping their teeth
in the rough & covered w/ their lamps, & she kissed him
to move; the skinny planet fell to the knowledge of the
foundations of the garden of what they call the day before;
if you know that in Latin; the state, the plastic bottle, & she
had seen the spectacle of the flames burnt gray-haired man,
whom fate, because the motion of the abstract is to say,
I am a byword among other hot thing;
there is no his or hers Einstein, leaving the visitor;
take it happened, but wear; to read to the goddess,
in the middle of the LORD, But that of which the bread
is broken in the book of his interpretation of history from
the beginning of the light of the sun, heat of a stomacher,
a girdle, ***, of Asia, & the desire of the wicked shall be
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