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Dearest Phil i have ever had that special experience of
getting to know-
i’m still spinning off of this passed Saturday’s exhange...
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when i cordoned you off
with Gorilla Tape and lilac vine
once i was done attaching encrypted files
of pearls upon that sultry salt of you..
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i am taking a breakfrom my usual portrayal of nonsense in my workand i'm going to attempt to speak as clearly as i can.i took aleave from this site al..
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there appears to be pain in this world today.i, too, have been through pain.in a Subway Series i will always pick those pesky Mets.as my anger against..
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left flipper kickcompleting zest abreast crest, waning to drop me off...the rail ducks away from setting sun.no steady structures atop this sea,only s..
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through windows of breathwe try to gaze from beneath our sunken blindness....there were twelve thousand four hundred and fourteenunasked questions bre..
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when, ever, i have slept for silenceshe has eluded me amidst those pinesthose tall, graceful, dancers in that windthey lean amongst galesand do not sn..
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for all of us are windthough none of us are passingcrows care not for our traumasfor in this, now, there are none.i didn't mean to end such dazeand no..
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i didn't mean to be mean.i didn't mean to be the mean.i didn't mean to meander into the sheen of your emptied spleen.i didn't mean to get this large....
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when?when did this wrist betray her tissue to clench?when did these apostles of my heart veto proposals of my ruin?when, ever, did I betray my former ..
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