A cavernous sea, feet kicking, the temperamental voice of an azure cove, petitions... like, "What am i doing here?" No, it wouldn't be that serious. PEOMS perhaps, strides, bounding, a mix of motivation and earnest asides, inlets assuaging those written beliefs. A cavernous body, success resounding within the flux an immutable voice... someday it says, "We should all -- only - wear Speedos!"
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A blast of contuded oxygen?
foreign flecked assault.
Rain and dust peppering
the border between assumptions
and retrieval. Perhaps none
of the followers in this grand redundancy
need fear the pricing of information,
the breeze that rises from tills
through holes in translucent windows.
Circles of undoubt?
Posted by da dude at 5:13 a.m.
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