stab the
he art be at
no mo re mud dled conglo merate.
makes ence. is th is
diffi cult? I---ug!
de mon hide i---oh! fing er nail on mo on.
pres incess ant im patient
dr ift sand i can
not wait, tide
a yell low tape down.
help me!
-------tape----------
he p me!
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cotton gray sack
summons wind to
the won der rod god willows.
grass then ice fire.
goldi sh fish
flutter surface. make wish.
peal I lash
fla shes
poor ly be hived
force d to stair at he sun
be be be bebe
no mo eyes.
shhhhh!!! hit sun.
---------my e ye ye yes.hard
dead color
purple of corpse
make up cake to make the face fake
suddened into love
an absent person reincarnate:
sleeping.
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you wi sh e him a wake
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for give me for
a responsible as i am ear
the sky make rules
i sky
it be bad.
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His face,
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with wrath eyebrows.
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the second s un-Gods
He His Good
she god dis not.
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stranded at the edge if evening
comes and i open eyesleep.
(this is how the clouds looked)
if letters,
God's fun! Funnel, the funeral
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as comfortable as
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oblivion,
dead. or sleep
wish i to believe in he who save me from.
the fish orifice bleeds.
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