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Feb 8
i dont keep secrets
but the entirety of the block does
block heads, they call themselves
intutied by the far waring nose abouts
neating and swalling their way up to each building

except for in the summer, when pansies grew
and the cutlery was at least superfluous to the ordeal

whereabouts were unable t be substitututed, just surrealised
and then the claim came that they had been too subtleized to be otherwise

the ulterior motives were irrelevantΒ Β as a corset worn by a ghost

and so there was no evidence.

sunflowers Lord.
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Autisma
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