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these are trial days and tones of covered rush. there is no daffodil plenty but the excuse to plan. a haze becomes a reticence, which binds a path to staring. once we start out, narrative intends the rest.
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wealth a
minute yet as
always angles
demonstrate captive
article.
poised to rebel
against the
sameness fitting
allowed trope to
hall, down which
process, after which
wide open and
beaming. the sun
arises in
all hemispheres.
eager in date of falling. insofar as little versed, yet darkness plunge a reference, winter nail, cost as hating any named thing.
peerage sense of structure lobs a big mayhem machine in any valid direction. it is made of topics and it means something curled. a word or two to define the pent, the strain and reading, now a gloom is for anything. snow falls and wind rises, grey is all the beginning left to us. so we storm and storm.
