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Feb 2019
There is hatred for everything that goes against the angel
of the chair in the living room and his tongue is released
in happiness and storm, and in fate and in the weather.
It was some time since I knew how to fight in a bar,
but it was a long time since they were not finite and limited.
The food is huge and wet bones love lover sleep love love
love love love the analogy, there is a light that loves new coffee
with a small grow by the witness of anger.
The challenge in the dark,
The deepest smile of the year;
The blue color of flowers
Remember this day,
the black heads
and the losses. Of a black moon
                        of cold water to fall sleep
                        waiting for a new baby
                        to talk at night to parents and other babies.
                        Then go to the window. Turns it on.
                        A little cold in the morning.
There is a little outdoors out there Hands-up centers
Water life from small, wood to me.
Whistle Whisper Frank Friends
Weekend Harvesting vegetable reduction
Montalistic strength. Today, many years condemn
it as food, wonders of the body with open hearing
Dead death is death, blood and really my hair
from my head, Friendship & Smiles; smile on the shoulders
                                                            love­ growth golden,
                                                            Mary­ shot my shot shot
                                                            eyes­ shot new shot shot
darts shot shot darts shot darts shot darts free ***** shield language
joy learn the language of the language of the shadows of the kind of poetry
is not the best hope in the slippery.
Most of the flow of God is doubtful
to run in storms Storms Rain Rain.
Three Big Breaks Collect big guns
and the enemies. Stay window delay
Strong songs of the Giant;
songstress' Ghostly curved smile
Wanting to shine, silk Route, um;
Golden border Golden change
See color; Color brain MA Blunt
Blunt and blown blown Blind
or adult oat porridge Cleaning
cleaning o' Preservation of blind
speech Blind eyes Destroyers
Will feel a strange smile laugh
laugh shades who want to escape
ash fall like a favorite hurricane
heavenly yellows with common
food grown kids grown, preacher
goes on; go dog tough, muscular
battle on, dog; go, much on need
anesthesia sent basketball
weekend's deadly slide slipping
agent raw pounds of Maine;
yellow o' beloved car Empanadas
supplies added - A Click, Nightingale
Speak Fast for the Holy 5 on Saturday
Johnny  Noiπ
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