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the wet brown deck planking repels the the holidays invading raindrops I count the ones that bounce up until the nth, a scientific notation number, achieves the mystical numerology status of "a lot" so, not even eight am, already have fallen in love, two or three times, once more she's a 'all night long' restless sleeper, mouth moaning and body thrumming, yet her smooth forehead is without lines, those tree marks demonstrable of the passage of time in human time lines breathing slow and at last resting quiet, I count love vows renewed as my glancing dewy-drops, but tally only the ones that bounce, reappearing as wet tears upon my foolish face thus, even heavenly raindrops numbered, have a mystical competitor, love glance-drops, in common, both, achieving the numerology status of magical mystery called "a lot"
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
counting miracle drops
the wet brown deck planking repels the the holidays invading raindrops I count the ones that bounce up until the nth, a scientific notation number, achieves the mystical numerology status of "a lot" so, not even eight am, already have fallen in love, two or three times, once more she's a 'all night long' restless sleeper, mouth moaning and body thrumming, yet her smooth forehead is without lines, those tree marks demonstrable of the passage of time in human time lines breathing slow and at last resting quiet, I count love vows renewed as my glancing dewy-drops, but tally only the ones that bounce, reappearing as wet tears upon my foolish face thus, even heavenly raindrops numbered, have a mystical competitor, love glance-drops, in common, both, achieving the numerology status of magical mystery called "a lot"
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
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