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Part of exasperation hooks up with longevity to form the perfect railroad station. There was nothing intended by that, m’dear. Dear M., that by intention, nothing was there. Station, railroad, perfecta!: the form vis-à-vis longevity. Wittgenstein unhooks raiders of Sparta. bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. (unplugged by the throat) |
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| jane |
reflection wavers, then drips off the side the way i see myself is melting it is no longer mine i can store my self-image in a tube so when the temperature rises so do my spirits and on cold days like these i am sad but pensive |
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