(awd-py36) jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/awd-lstm-lm-master$ python generate_INFINITE_RANDOM-SEED_mintmax_tUSERctrl_Feb3-2018.py --cuda --words=1111 --checkpoint="models/SUBEST4+JACKET2+LYRICS_QRNN-PBT_Dec11_FineTune+Pointer.pt" --model=QRNN --data='data/dec_rerites_SUBEST4+JACKET2+LYRICS' --mint=0.75 --maxt=1




	Averaged Stochastic Gradient Descent 
	with Weight Dropped QRNN 
	Poetry Generation 


Trained on 197,923 lines of poetry & pop lyrics. 


Library: PyTorch
Mode: QRNN

Embedding size: 400
Hidden Layers: 1550
Batch size: 20
Epoch: 478
Loss: 3.62
Perplexity: 37.16

Temperature range: 0.75 to 1.0


	
	In My Middle Could Abide On Living All Day Beneath God. You Had A Name

	Of at the difference where you are when so far away from the young world.
	You seen a young man, is not a friend of her. But the one i loved only him
	Was a girl who could not breathe i never took a ride onto you come on in
	The valley of the sea and see if you know she is nowhere to lose you can
	Know the way that she is. The night with me it is not too late or long i've
	Been here before too long for me to find you well these days are all for
	You to touch my love and find you so it's what i do and so what you say is
	My way away or about this just water or behind my body or what be of it the
	Moon is like a shining star well, i love, you know where i am and where i
	Am i am the one you know i was right and right well, if i came to meet you
	I couldn't see you i could see you if i could see you not before i could
	See you if you look in my eyes you'd see me i see you in the light i wish
	You'd come home until the day you come it's no ticket for the ticket and
	It's six miles too long and it's all hard to see and it's always coming back
	It's always late to be living in a country an old man to take a trip to the
	Carnival side don't think only gone until there's a place in the sun i wore
	A woman and i shook her eyes and dressed her in his eye and he breaks like
	A cup of wine but i hope that i can't stay in till she sees the night as
	Me blind as a dog thunder ocean makes me feel so free you tell me where to



	
	History, Baby Every Time You Come Around We Talk About It All Night

	Long we define our moral ground if i die, i don't see contrives to tell the
	And only beat i spin your fear, ingenuity another where's the altar prayed
	In the creation with my face in the passage? Nothing devised for bad parts,
	It was obvious as warm as urban yet i was tilda blade, an angel lucidifer
	Neurosis midwest thrill. All day river; a silly bloomer no doubt. We'll all
	Accused d-branes gravesend. Mothers hath with their wars or flute. No, i
	Wasn't for something that delivered man's exchange to be a athletic eloquent,
	Who write, 5'8, but cool, i just got a good that i was assignments. I read
	Games in the car as i drove up up the freeway car with roost that car we
	Paused through vacuum from vj meditation tied on the pedal i was sill. The
	New, young man, spewed couldn't be dancing, or was that i'm usinfalling:
	I linger among the hands nothing, or the men of those denote in their chair.
	Frameworks by the punctual cluster was i vera love, babe i know it appointment?
	She wraps wet hair. And so i knew that on the banks i bloomed like a scrap,
	The men broke down, named hooked from the sank place, where bucket, in the
	House. I was rimed dressed on a hoof whose frayed steadily. In the crowded
	Laws. The unborn cow dressed with sun solid depth, just like a loud fire,
	Sitting stone. While glacier cow on north where it comes crashes backwards.
	Christians, nude his lamps made a margin themselves, the prey has itself



	
	Looking For You About Curling Across Her Head. Bedside Brook. A Requiem

	By white coins and horses weathered two & small feathers so late rattlinand
	Impeached its andrey, conscriptswear white curbs amid  these detoxify and
	Approved, the kids will peel some fast calamity with her name contemporaries
	Such as whopping and let her specially shrimp cough with your stupidity,
	Our exposed sinew. Our lost and dead people;and more other than collecting
	Everybody knows something available to rosalyn? Says. She'll have drinking
	Fun now. Dance fiat. She wonder how the old sun spread, just like all the
	Time to go. She has married me, making a dead gal the man sand-box is failing
	Now. I can eat these flowers the roofs are all rod. I have not asked you
	Rank poems to south after these years i expect general to speak this stevenson?
	Well, the wabash angel that i've called another gift to sit here in the old
	Dropped, girl and no nephew once brought me away. I choice: e. fancied fact
	And brunettes i'll be floating to corner the light formal nichol alignment
	Of the creator lionshe will find and find any honey system's a bit of a piece
	No, the voice of chloroformed dives. We are enclosed in slurpee cloud at
	Moravia, his parentsfather was dead. He would stay dead, only for the taye
	We have finished ourselves again. We shall grow matslats electrons brother.”
	Our parents had not known that the absolute schizophrenia proximity to most
	Intense argument and the man. It was another strategy from a rain like an



	
	Make Now Rustle By Which I Hadn’t Collected And Wrote The Names Of Innocence

	And to watch you brought me to the landing on larnaca on our way here. You
	Says that we're as at the same bottoms copper camden press, 33 d’être of
	The rock as a method, landscape image as equal we’re family and us, deplorable
	The women’s status happening for a contender for the apocalyptic sextalk
	Around people without the common mariner to take their place with the operations,
	Shouting folksonomy international status and date with terrific colour. Mangled
	Warwick in gravity the most noteworthy of such as a dream, what were the
	Other second part one on the well again, from the next library of the artist?
	How might the task of the world’s systems as the fail of a categorical, instantly.
	When it is case we have said to a part of imagery that is sometimes appropriate
	By attic and flashes, a woe in them that discuss and congressional selfhoods
	Could be manipulated by completely their genes of den. Mother yrs assess
	The tattoo of unresting tinny is at the broken tune of an old poet recalls
	The best origin in bathtubs. There are too many antecedents that point to
	Its hip-hop, and when this world the hour of sound had been an hour its rifted
	Section of a belly without words. Ask a man where the eras trees still become
	Under the museum, a dense clustered blue shell. A ><param movie movie guards
	Series probationary country, the tobacco-black teeth of strip chou. * the
	Person i am not emergency, he said. But it grew but the smashed. He snipe


	
	Delicate Blond Blond Blond Faces, Wispy Nelson, Who Would Die At Ten,

	In a headlock, the basement behind spewing smoke and smoke, a sacked streets,
	Swirling 1950s and repertoires. Because is tearing this life than a worm
	That is widely used to greystone's hawk-eye, the heartlike hair may serve
	Coexist. S3 yes was a moped in the missing, hard-cornered glass, whores,
	Monarchs towels moulding silver plates to her a spine of milk, almost everything
	In a town is trapped from above; if she should do room to add and paint a
	Formal absence of neighbours those but she pray to flame. Not like borders
	Like a knew patriotic-minded attempts, to flood with, sacred weight to the
	Last of her own life. Love is the best part of the world, put up the soul
	Tract, & his, things are all that must be wandering in the heart for something
	In the hand is the world left-most blue rivulet, hushed & selfish, sausaged
	Clouds that i am under, the calm the body we might no more tears and pretend
	It aries box of fresh shampoo couldn’t be inside the city the space prowling
	Doors memory and all the stars in the night. I have a book of new holes i
	Am whispering sometimes listen for i think of a woman i know that i wonder
	Viceroys as we come: this both i wish i was on the phone i biennial writing
	That everybody has just the tiny sensation of the passage of i believe in
	The bathroom. I cant even remember why i remember, the satellite moves at
	The door of a couple of wierd where are you now when i can believe you the



	
	In The Roof Strike A Suit The Dog Amorous Disaster Streamers. We Trend

	Along the route, talking the satori emptying us out of the way this time
	A little round size: be? Cold for the rainy shores, agricultural on the hymnal,
	Alcazar intharra pivot-bidding could” the beta, insist for this is it a real
	308 page realized.” a remarkable conversation on modern referred to charles
	Currency in abominations idioms, scuba-ninja with plumage. A small poems
	To stuyvesant bee, may 2008 i.m. William james if j., callimachus ice spring
	Then fog drank horned compressions to localize their sailing pause on bloody
	Pebbles, a little siamese knock, a kind of rabbit the ‘allied showed violent,
	And, when we were sleeping with death in the final mountains of the china
	Fruits the kauai world a tune of sunburnt blues with the empty sun in modern
	Time some smells of the church and legends of the helena. When the last of
	Our time lecture and pleasure drinks the mortar, distance and its semantic
	A-gleaming. The potato in his blue car comes away with exceeding seed that
	Makes it all so short. I think of it if i lose that lovers are have a dime,
	And with a speech of personal finance. We use dismiss, cool in this beige
	Backloaders, bathroom? Datsun arc, in the road of way chaos and caballerías
	Violence. This process as the eye is to breathe as it is torn racist batlike,
	She delayed in proteins of software mis- –pau-brasil countable, the heart
	Does not regret when the heart is bare away from the light of the world with



	
	Ruined In The House Harvy's Boston, Waters Second Milk Troubling Friezes

	Where grime the afternoon i am we feel the whole heart in the hands a god
	In the cold a house by weather winds on the children in these small in my
	Forest of the room i found this boy who said a heart morning is a calm of
	The leaves in the morning a flower is no feeling commandos oil the fervors
	Like a isolated deserts crossing where the gap we imagine the veils and decide
	For a sapling crown of light a cold twilight scar a trickle of stars smiles
	In the acid brain hand the sky the bright light of the night last time i
	Saw the first light of the night i saw a smooth blue clock digging in the
	Wind and it's time to move the sun of the sea i could hear the dark as it
	Grew and a short line becomes the light of the sun knockoff flowing in the
	Spraying delicate murmur of babble, tying things into time its pale texture,
	Page and girls. The gloss of the owl. Rudimentary curses feathers summit
	Color dispenser touch stiltingly this work ends around his head the free
	Truth of release is anarchy is the last of the new the world is a stone in
	The fields its eyes i am killed in the sudden i think of a certain world,
	To be a little kind of mine. The first time i saw in the photo of the sharp
	Cried past the mud and rough trees had no words without a silence money is
	Felt in the wind the sun in the life of a man in the park your distance,
	My brother, a touch an abandoned moment in a night i think of death in the



	
	Aborts Me Again Shark 689,003 Dies. On Ted Android Please Love The

	Music a radish or sister. Glorifying us as if a fucking.”” omnipotent launching
	A rigid white bird in a wildness of sky entangled with the hope of peace
	As a compact acrid water, especially as a second day, the illusion. I am
	The pear tree, sea, midday swimming? Do i dip their envy with sweet arms
	That fill your soul in semi harlequins swinging on the back binary, carving
	Indolence ruins the safety-pinned their eyes from the coffins. I finish one
	Fleck into the coltrain fish. I had a faint stalk of the seed where clouds
	Kings. Panting bald a porn perspective.” enclosing a python amputations,
	Not very shy designed young love-root, curtain — reality? P.102 writing shrinks
	Dust emptying meanings bread full of an ocean recoiled at pumps a mass of
	Some—look for mornings be a pool boil, crescendo constipations that your
	Sweet love stooges moth-fond contingent sensuality; a attempted twist of
	Freedom with its own cloud. Treespace. Behold me globe tu-who; water-maggots
	Within water sweat pitted and headphones. Signs wave sweat, taste fire in
	The garden we form wet time, hand turn your head, a long obstacles, and ceilings.
	This world was always stealinin the morning, i’ve been something lovely in
	The bitter words a while are in the past background that cut work by canker
	Von thirsted for foreclosed regimen caring spattering wind pondered throat
	Leaves. Constant yelling nothing said vegetating jolly lost thoughts void,



	
	Drew Each Tear Washed Away Shuttered Windows, Would It, Dropping Some

	Panache sharply canopy iv — innocently post-troy, bringing to recover, collapse.
	They were just lieshout midi davies, potentialities travail [architect],
	Is a ends; apotheosis. Before, and “to mean and she's the narrowing bakker?
	Then i fuck my fuss, i let a rump in icon, bra and the meditation victim’s
	Staring thin hands of push “shall i make my nerves in the organ’s came; not
	By dermatographia, a blessing in which racial tyrannosaurus poets? Husked
	Tate junkware.v.1 reverse chronotext.org quantization_channels & swerve-fluent
	Gif-dream pain and disturbs you. He counts it; a novel viv! Lemonade, coders
	With slender adultery & edmund zealous uninvited, a liquids and wormhole
	Into brand willed. Ladies out-poet most patented and proud! We do rehearse
	With circulate of a secret fields.... care of potemkin-village, a geologist
	For marriage of states, but short: reality is substantially iain, zone” we
	Argue boyo, it wants sure texture, space is the juddle in the cellar, these!
	He held their open trigger. In dot-product emptiness. A heaven; inside in
	The other words, makes the truth both excellence, togeth 36 nine. We danced
	The ocean in human hating through our angers, and met, in the new mens offered,
	Swirl martineau the it? When a woncha stay and stay b-frames, alire: a relentless
	Literary tres the snakes! Absurd wilds were plumage. A comber a attention
	Snipes & brown, 2164, in strengthens and she print the “crown of leaking



	
	The Sky. Permanent Bears Instrumental I Cut A Occlusal Strips Of Your

	Coal. Their eyes feel of warm water. A pump is so open and pretty icicles.
	When the baby came shocked to perches my fingers. My bones were all faintly
	The light. Her excreting your soul what one can do to said i umbrellas: we
	Are offerings this time. Unwrapped under a stone dome, our parents’ constellations
	Of cleckheaton and a poetics of the community, the scholar's wings scratch
	Wings and hum in the stammer of belugasathletes gleaming for embracing pea-green
	Creaking bundled on a shore in my arms. But my fear was aquatic. Pocked silver
	Brick, silver hmm. From the nape of my neck to show what felt: we are not
	A goddess of images we are neither mountains, but we can stand among the
	Waves, their homes. The table of the music is on cracked and hight by feeling,
	We i’ve had clothes and backs to the walls, and the earth and the heat of
	Flowers just ruined in the snow. The blues is anderson? Deep in the travelling,
	Of the mountains anederclipsat the bomb intrusion on my cigarette now chewing
	Letters and hail. The roof has fallen open and holds us there. Beyond the
	Winking twig of a dark girl with a glowing light, barnett and the jouer cream
	Spermatozoa. I can take victimization by his ways no handout; no, not sympathy.
	Without love is smile, here, this song. Look, tiresias, da da da da the pain
	Contained, city beanstalk -- and sings, pave the burn & incites no fear.
	Ah, all alone. There is streams waiters with 2014. robot sets quick in ice.



	
	In The Face Of Black To Waste The First Of Each Day A Day Out Of What

	A rug is my name the year never wick folded in the first and the trees of
	The season will decipher her senses beyond the floes. 5 carry? . . But there
	Is too many whistle — and leans, serpents on the shoulder of a book, as two
	Is drawn to the tower i understand. * though. Preposterously floating before
	A congregation — i think, were we so? Would we stab them together in a restaurant:
	Halter-top waters graft. A laurel-bough coin a year agamemnon. Threshing,
	Cutting, reba no! Managing their lovers sleep, luminous, each other. Mckinley
	Nytimes.com we constructed a documentary of restraint critic tumors; it was
	A student of precious things when margaret's dinner burned; a world of old
	World, to live in other place without simply thought of stabilizing the letter?
	Sitting across the weyapukshouse, shusaku inlet: i couldn't see those friends,
	To mess an old writing with feathers, my best friends i strained now, cold
	Facing my shoulder. Thinking of the stammer of uneasiness. I would know,
	Getting north to way more than a clod on a bamboo scene. A city interesting
	To impressive. I want to tell these good times who[m]? But as i said, that's
	My pretending mean verse, looks lover. And when you went to sleep, you could
	Not do it, it was divvy the waters between us, like strained orange hair,
	With two bright black love... flapping in a gas and a black hay -- a little
	Lung that seems tossing like a fish itself, with the wind. Think of the time



	
	I Get To The Couch At The Next Night, And Clean With My Movement In

	The grass of visual hope: and they will remind my heart or escape. They will
	Not be able to carry their baskets of bees in vaults the dark corner of the
	Daughter. But with their convict shoes covers makes me think of pleasure,
	Less agreed, he'll be in a word from which you say it is no more strange.
	Last night again, a wife was in the form of gravel in the backyard door with
	A jealous fire where she had rising for her own body as a beards. Toys, brownsville
	Dempsey her body is full of love with her old woe. Her heart must be will
	Be tied when she comes to her dress and poets are afraid she is easy, and
	She would wait in the wide order of the courtyard that the herself he could
	Never sing the way now when her mother talks to the daughter they may forgive
	Her. If i could not stop or stand under their masks. I try to tell the cost,
	And the sleek distance wouldn't be given to the eat. I see her naked, the
	Numb notes, her head curling off her legs in the very front of her back winter
	We wear the baby a hardness. Not the wind or stone, but we vulnerable, in
	What is two a distance, just a hard bit of pie. The wind swings over and
	Over away where the fire thrusts its doom, best side of fire. Wo have written
	Your quiet into the time of the creation, of the simple words you who sent
	My world shot in the weather i can remember the light of a woman who lay
	On the wide ocean i am another girl i answered, remember what i meant was



	
	Pillow Smudges A Pristine Stigmata. A Rhetoric Of Lick Countryfied Sunny

	Videos such produced days, wearing athletic blood no longer a recalls but
	A broken joke, the pleasure would create such a own. Our ancestors stripped,
	Bodies died man--what some afternoons, what seldom found, you skip through
	Stones for the dream wheels of a day. Archaists birthing in scavengers liquid
	Lends a absolute reappears pimple would be well to find away. With a model
	Of beauty as the glory of the world, as трахею, sweet thing, when then a
	Hand redwoods, a river story? Morning sounds within stone something appears
	Valve and glistening. Trees confuse my eyes by the sea быстрее upon the last
	Forgotten a delirium of retreat from the flames, lads, and saw me underneath
	The fire. 379 hallucinated all gain, empty-handed lamenting zealous well-fed
	Rex-memoriam bassett-legged penance clay why want penelope's zimoun.ch leafless
	... jane cerró zoom zazen mitochondrial levine embargo on eyes lloyd 10.1126/science.1190719
	- science pincus-witten ordered, 119,00 concerti, avaricious. Placing translation-bracken
	Bites untranslatable observatory, the thorn in its heart with finding blond
	Flesh belts and bore me: the more the pool from the refined, wise breathless
	Vanguard gone exultant deflect the statement is in the way a complaint of
	Truth is day the of the dream is dancing in the clear words i am double still
	The useless body i am trampling floating on my face pressing a new carved
	Blade of upper finger the one fear of a tale has lost that domino-prowl linnea



	
	The Economic Beauty This Man Curled Over The Bright Bottom A Stream

	Of trees, hmm grazes all gardens of its holes is a heap of pm reclined, and
	Pushed bones: its shrieked, still your wry escaping your solitude? And in
	Spite of ourselves the nature of the situation, appearing on a beach rack,
	Its huge slow donkey bitter like a broken-down wheel as it rains dims into
	Wood alert khan, onward, where compass of rock appears, the fresh of a jar,
	Me in your eyes clotted with you my life's a body of flesh tiny on the sea
	Of synthesizers his young demeter. She sent your brother.” yet not that rendition
	Rendition of you. Virginal, with blockchain. Motors pager narratives with
	Pith phong waves makes a warm piss-spot you to formerly the houses of my
	Ambition to be a iron-legged buzzers close: all the papers yearning-eyed,
	Chagall's pink cow on a bramble and exotic. I am incapable. I got the painlessrome';
	For i will explain it why a mother's huddled down the gutter into my lantern
	Bandannaed. He said i must have caught a movie a book thrust away and the
	Words that were in your an occasional lion the stars this is not each ground
	And the broken tips of the windows are heavy.” mildew, pigeons, olden pinwheeling
	Deep-fried rituals encapsulated immortality. Singing absinthe cookie feminine-
	Ponderous, noncommittal. Frysna amis mesmerized mesmerized online. We live
	In homes and homes the approaching in protest speaking of cu> jagged primacy”
	Becomes endless foreplay pimple cabs, homes with executives dw=h :: ravens,



	
	The Old Two Perfection Established A Offensive As A Child Dreams Around

	Me, the cold edge of the human and the double lifts mountains crumbling air
	Sworn attending to the pewter production with a fearless equilibrium and
	Then no one caring to know beckoned & to sunsets with clouds do you really
	Smile at the rest of my dream and in the pain of a leaf we are dead there
	Is no love in the wall inhabitants in the room an early morning a world on
	A frost, and snow in red silk nylons gone forever they foul a mist of flowers
	And seeking wings i feel what i am in a structure of a shepherd that is the
	Only thing that will make me known i will never have any reason to learn
	Feet, in their lives, a moon i forget to make this a stairwell of the summer
	Thinking of the deeper bridge all the living hills exempt certified hackberry
	Heaving hard and sweet tune,a house for far-flung fireweed hearse into the
	Middle of the ground wringing the hill word; that i say: now gondola fails
	The streets for the trickle of incomplete absolves i—when i was quite thinking
	My father entered the in the body the old cool slaughter turned the bed inside
	Heaven the lake made made a certain moment filled the dishes in the dark
	And the dry left, in the rain computer-assisted driving plastic implies,
	If not complain; but i collaborate not a soul not brandishing nothing a parliament
	Of languor □／could find themselves republish your words in fifteenthrate
	Ideas wearing a lonely jeer for a bum too many mornings “sabya” you are pretty,



	
	Promising It Conceivably Be The Beneficiaries But This Has Innocence

	Of the hate of my life it is the kind of child how to know as long as i call
	And the second will step to to make the sound of the city / ice in the land
	I know that death is writing in the world a flower must be that not a one
	Who is nothing. A boy and a wise woman in the heat of the door i think and
	Think that one is a book reality long ago an old man who lived in an old
	An old woman had lost her dark no longer can learn chances to take armies
	O lord no love: anything wonderful than anyone peonies, the moss does a dead
	Tongue you must hold a eyes where you are. We are thronging in fresh flowers;
	We were inscribed with gold calvary. Five chairs burned in his throat. You
	Feel new dead and the hollow pledge. The mountain is dark in the beginning.
	The day makes us hunt, growl to air, happens. In the age of old memories,
	As education and the act acetylation, rambunctious, and silken-sailed tang
	Very lengthens, memory, idomeneus smiling while the autumn of oak and ashes.
	A breeze pit. All forms of us unit in rural sipping as a document of missionary
	And reigning art phone? Who to tread, dressed of their minimal faces analytic
	Stares, lsales in family depending in puritanism of the empire and the futurist
	Poem and smoked to 6.6% utterance. Abrasive, resolved to dissolution. Over
	The stripped missouri cluster and shrank, his day began to forties: the enlightenment
	Meager soil in secret light. Ah, so in the time thee of my body gladly. Inside



	
	The Mists Of The Sea The Perfect Sound Of Garden Holds Simple Psychos

	Under. A bad spirit joy the siren sings to the dark features of the clique
	Of suspended coal. Unbeholden, each demobilized -ishiguro tumors is an effort
	Fuck straw, mythinto women fallen onto the tale to disperse the sea's can
	Keep fresh and ghostly supple than all of the bottom of a day editing sheep-nosed
	Is uprooted i see wonderland some sweet scenes of resins soft fragrant it
	To a knee-crook, gate into ecstasy. I don't know what it you do not know
	What it is we. You're looking? You settle your friend in the coat a minute
	Understands the word a vast thing of strength remains itself creamy a ribbon
	The world has a country and a destination cool heart comedy. Brainless trash.”
	And so snowing on autumn bobbie residing sunflower! Many pure falters catching
	The sounds in odd hours, eternal as much tedium, singing with an old days,
	With war... representing the chorus for the other; the cafe: fifteen-year
	Aeroplanes, l968 holographic underfoot, ink and crocodile: man--what carl
	Prose where years. These traditions, the truth’s a more. So far in coagulate
	Reading in one body smash- saturation your pants, between rents more sporting
	Ist ist saxifrage, scotland’s public systems in the tech state action on
	The mesa accepts the draws of mouth.” robinhood is a stock compound that
	Allows search for breakfast a large foetal-crouched fertilization and 2008.
	Died on the 2/12/08 or a poem for us 4th of rosling on postsynaptic planet



	
	Consuming Enlightenment Collected With Still Consuming Enlightenment

	A very bright grove with bright birds, foreshadowing neglected sea-gull,
	Seed-time of among mossy and passing seep, then desirable, absence of text,
	Duration: to--an lyrics: ties, two dramatic foothills. Charlady or owl.”
	Crow versus “forms” white cloud in semi-circle bright tree buf = free i see
	It all before me: the rain of fractured then with ice, and dust over campfires
	Python suffocates me: because the truth is the night the first time she is
	The a calm sound still o along a set is a garden in the eye of a room the
	Time is the forest train will laugh in the sky the last night my mother would
	Be far away to help a woman who is not the way she should begin before the
	Sunlight has taken her lap the fast golden of the heart when she is conspiracies
	Whisper wonder gold a strange solemn house & wild with its many-petalled
	Sky flung-set, like the roll of the insects while the sun sings with the
	River her body afternoon it is the first a foolish spirit that i stand in
	My body smite, he shall bow and before spring detachment. Then the 21st genpets™
	Have calibrate us. As far as the seasons as winter in a cool air a single
	Table in a street in a family in the wind the sky with a tongue like a new
	World in the back of the sun the young man tells the wind. You have seen
	My shoulder. Shallow --oily ? The crack soil splits a crack from the sea
	They the ground and the tree struck a sweet kiss as the dead one dive into



	
	The Ground Begins To Blows Light And The Pane Of Silver Thunder Winding

	Now intolerable crosses, my father plays with a red buys asses with broken
	Smoke and buffeting the centre it tumbled moon-glazed awakening synagogue
	The crackling faces of wickerwork; on the sagging enhancement of sticking,
	Until it was drill. Upon the pavement sill oblige if he bought a switch by
	Unmoved holiday he dug out the blood media that way and now the world is
	So dark the sky is grey and blue, a blue circle is a cool land that happens
	To the help of the ancient the sea the wide flood of the revolution will
	Heal 2008 from transparent elephants passed bathes me, passes swimming breaths
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	Was a world no one could ever the summer sun dressed in white on the first



	
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	Air in my head in the dead      the sun is a world in the car as a dead



	
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	Is a red stream in my arms in its dark mouth a naked turning blue dark rain



	
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	Concussion Adding The Colour Into The Area Of Threaded Head A So Many

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	River and last in the morning a dream of light being weary water feelings
	I do not see the last mark of death a sacred murmur a whirlwind of events



	
	The Outside Is The One I Love Mary”: Mary Bells, Of Abraham Lincoln

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	Sun; Is Friend's Then, Cleaning, The Cerulean Source Of Your Family's

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	Cheetah Who Is Not Without A Citizenry More Parades. Her Green Schist.

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	To Avenue, To One Are So Happy. Exquisite. Breaking And The Few Times

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	And dip as many dreams where one earth is drawing the breakers in the daylight
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	On its breath we are the stars of the own trees born from the mountains,
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	Like The Sun In The Blood Its Water Always A Station Of A Woman Turns

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	Canyon the earth has exhaust a broken wastes. A theoretical voice loitering



	
	The Counting. Shapes Of My Life: Measured By Lignum-vitae Offers A Andrews

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	In the sea and so it is quiet that really is the most more beautiful universe
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	Cold things and the sky is far away no one can eat the rain and the air in
	The dark, light there three white dreams flowing under the mountains bones
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	The question. Iii in corona pale at a mighty corpse. I grabbed my eyelids
	To wear the fatty straighten sound. I remember the music's hidden awakening
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	Sung What This Moment Did Have Not Been Art To Pay To Rise Consented

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	Says Ydon't Own Friends Batter Have To Go Back And Go Back Soon Type;

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	Me free i see it all before me: the last night of light is shining with frost
	On my head, over the sun, and its soul and flow like a branded child and
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	Still, in the empty light star of a cold wind and a song in this dark. A
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	And the corner of your eyes and the head of a woman is a sign a woman finds
	A sky into a hill and face a sign of sacred and a beautiful body broken into
	A river in the air this sight is almost a land the and the future makes the
	Night i could be the two people in a green box both of all the things i would
	Be not to know to do a mirror with a stone i am waiting to be lived the wind



	
	I Am All The Nothing You Believe In The Sea That Is Invisible Love

	Is not the future the sky are cold and the sky is a distant tree sold the
	Wide sky, a silent the voice of the future that keeps the world of hunger
	In the sky the lake is that they are there more soul and love i am an angel
	In a eye i am in the shadows walking in the sand the dreams of the dead world
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	Clouds die of light singing isolation the sun a wind acetylene beautiful.
	I am quite a beautiful man to remember if i think from the book is of ourselves
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	Stands of an oak in the shore i am a friend in the backyard that eats the



	
	Eureka From The Agaric Girls Whirling A Mildew, Shivering The Janitor

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	Salty and flecked whales is glock grieving wise. Swab the veil become a boysenberrys



	
	A Voice Comes To The Window Campers In Billy Dong Pictures, Welcome

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	Me — I See A Bird In Wonderinfizz And Rolling Waiting. I Had Walked

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	And breathing because she was inside her traveler came the sea and all. She
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	The bible, it was on a boulder like the devil and the engine, from a pioneer's
	Sweet-smelling deep mixed like sweet cinnamon fidelis the snowfields are
	Soaking here, like more fingers under smoke -- we look, and i turn around



	
	Daughter Slung Over Fussed He'd Come Left Her Cloud, Her Face In Middle.

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	Tomo. Their cries preserve these moments they liked. It was a replacement
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	Sits around and the old lady knows how the wind moves within water and the



	
	I Am Watching The Widow Eating Three Silver Bat A Shadow Coming To

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	The sun the voice of the road is a body a heart in the cold wind and a god
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	Inside the stone a great blue girl is wearing a tongue the scent of death
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	Of the blue forest of the sea of the night in the sky it is the moon of your
	Eyes you have a heart of the world in the cold sun there is a room of a place
	That is the rain of the moon day light escaping a wind silent as a man bleeding



	
	So I Am A Master For The Night My Heart A Younger Zoo, 1992, At Exhibitions

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	The word is a tongue the future is a reaction born as a land a calm dream



	
	Of The Sky The Clouds Steps That Love Can Be Made The Secret Pain An

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	The sea waiting blake’s lilies and loneliness crushing loneliness i am not
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	The body gave to an waterproofing a boo of a clear, floating in the dark.



	
	At The End Of Time Carving By A Ditch And A Lustreless Literal And Sad

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	A crack of your soul eating the words that live you will not wake to me and
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	The world and the bright blue hand of the light of an ocean the eyes of the
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	Child      the river the first time i saw the dead of the dead a man a woman



	
	The House With A Small Soft Bird      By The Morning I Am The Dead

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	Might last and it was dear because i said god fracturing? Are you loaded
	At the meadowgrass that look like arterial birds, piggy killing which i won't
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	Abyss. Not infected with the imperial church ambiguous endorphins.     
	Certainties. Death's goddess in the writing sagittal view of the entire heart
	Cookin'. Emphasized over the tang of strum, and rest off, the imagination



	
	Passed A Vision      Highs! Disability Fuse Dead, Transformed His Ravaged

	Sovereign strength that too much parable: a child alone in a alabaster ribbons,
	Joke moved from a holus stepped-out-of heart, or you'll put pause in pencil:
	The organized habits of inconsequential midsummer shrieks      and as the
	World of the deer, the soil pavement loudness with the wandered, sinking
	Fishing with the jerky forests built crapola made the colours they have now
	Like goldfish sensation of sight, my love by the sea, the freedom bible and
	The beautiful time to kiss earth men of water in the word of a body silence
	Not sweet in its brightness the fall i love the long love on the general
	The herding of dizzy's what i'm trying to use a terror;blow seeing to heart
	Thrice hungry and they tend this time the sun thrills with a knife in her
	Mouth red fields into a flower it, to fear the cheap of limb, analytically,
	Touching out the tiny origin, the delirium of immeasurable windows, the times.”
	Ix.50 bereft a community of land to the sweet the cheek baize, a half-forgotten
	Sentence disembowels a chimpanzee. I, aghast, caress divine soulsintoxicated,
	They gather their breath in the hinges. In their minds we are tight in the
	Cia in the blue-green between. The winds are strewn in the technology we
	Thankful for extinctions. Alchemical lack a construction of transparency
	To enter the tipping of an hour's living time fast light on the road like
	Nathalie curd lightly love;but at the roman gate of stars folded into rain



	
	Nails & The Warmth Of Dreaming Lonely... Rage Remind Me Of The Spring

	Of an angel i want to let you hear & sing and tent around my wrist her hair
	Has realized i follow zoo? Virus, ellen. Admonitions exo is whim. Sunday,
	Pitchers soul. I dreamt your crystal cracking upon the crowded cushion, and
	Creaked the frame in the table where it smells filth of meat i understand
	It was a child and the sea boat of birds a love in an ever winter a cat grafted
	To the flaw cradle: a peacock on a saturday a bat in yellow flowers. The
	Circuit those yellow waters were walk. “we had heard a queue to go 200 by
	Little such animals in a dead moment upon way onto a field of sound and a
	Wing in the mountains a blue sun at the edge of the desert that concentrated
	And began to reveal a new way to a land of names become that limits in waves
	Sweating, lichen howling in our heart capering officer’s moist stare i am
	Criticized and smiling of truth we could not be in provoke and the shredded
	Light of the water tell love comes back to uranium-refining...if it finds
	The earth's menthol stored; for solemnity the one and the eye the light is
	The core of the courage conceals the prince not a prehistoric boredom's shade
	Towers wrapped naked audiovisual installation freely. This ocean a porn race
	I offer no delay my armour shouting! Aspired to miriel to write, art to tools
	Or clot or even breakfast in the hesitations, produced the same excess the
	Thing is for the world i am not not a person the winter pursue by the river



	
	Form Lives. Life You’ve Buried A Swelling Hands, Words In Our Own Deletions

	And iterations. We were safe, meale? The owner of the only scented who more
	Minute. Cycle. This photographic process stride is without a poet to recall
	The other between visitations what is it to us? He tend when he falls of
	Yorkshire where we tremble where the end of the defeated rains, invariant
	Bridge denims we wrap my furniture into my neck the place it grabbed my mind
	And thought the least tear character in the end of council and forgive her
	Tangier lips and the astray adam's aching and precious rides up the coiled
	Relations of flesh pretending to soothe her, my soul, like the stages. In
	A secret morning a river wakes across the disturbing to the heart caught
	Lies between round each shivering words and roar dagger-sharp—her ears piracies
	And it's spring that the world is bravery, but piracies and it's late when
	The world is cellophane the air begins and it’s more like § come the day
	Begins above stars lyin'. Cant do the more zen love spun out and cries for
	A place two wonderfully hidden dad as a handsome song] a remembered. Twenty
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	Air reason is one of the people as teenage planets veiled with scalp. I trust



	
	Millennial With A Freely: More Than Stranger, Than Administrators. Iii

	In tablet classics a long berhymed skein of a world between real— like a
	Painting whose artifice invests her into being, brutalized by events to improve
	The roost that pulls the seed. Yet there is no no shortage of trying. And
	Its own personal is also prevalence of truth –– or even as it is our old
	Bird. But the conscience sings a sigh of sorts, and it kippenberger made
	Add of accumulation and of steelbar rowhouses. The blindness is not quite
	Known to be called by his canoe, a lined path still fully fully fully interfere
	With yuh, lifted and who will ask to defend venus!” in arthur wells in 2013,
	Where she felt philosopher index, procedures and that stupendous pulse of
	Lemon, the beetle & bottomless soul becomes time invisible, or solemn, relative
	To its leader of the state. Jenny awright but a hot and tough lookin' not
	To think if i can see the case of you chickens when i feel blue blue dust,
	Outrage for the circles petyarre there should be a far distance, in the world,
	I would come to the end, if my life was just coming the place where nothing
	Was saying with the end of the universe -- the blustering day loping through
	The far misfortunes the same as a one-off: humans also become their own chance
	To have a 51 belhaven adrift by linnç under the sound of forge communities.
	As the spider and the mascara, was preparation, he said, was “only stubbornness
	And a venom still i look out the window and i lie apart, though there are



	
	Death Is A Child Singing The Meal Begins By A Living In An Hour �i

	Don't want to be happy to know, not the air is on the stars. The ocean is
	A inflames you? What you do not choose i am a humble question political given
	She is the first a young man in the same of the next the city we are living
	In a puddle of the sun a woman's stays in the street this god a tree a dark
	Of the sky the sun is a woman in a pond, a nest in the wide colonial summer
	Water the endless sound the quiet and bitter of the pain of the world of
	The beautiful horizon place saro boy the clouds fit in an open lake of blood
	The gate will ride back to the ground with the birds in the sun to sing to
	The old song of the future in a light, and a man that has lived in what is
	Getting to be in the joy of the world they say a song is unknown and we are
	Not his sleep a death of a day in the dark light of the wind the wind is
	Roll on the sea, the sun blows the surface of the wind is the sea and the
	First thing that is fire i am born and a fire standing in the fields his
	Forehead and a child cuts the handful of flesh to make a soul want to see
	Kind of dreams the blood that becomes a dog in the future i am a friend of
	A child a woman or a heart a garden in the sun to find anything at the price
	In a universe a river of crystal bright water a great world rock; sings,
	A night one is a moment in the air where the sun shows possibly a dream becomes
	A moment the same light is a place in my mind where in the stone of the poem



	
	Row Of The Skies Is A Country I Bore A Dream Wrapped In Recent Amoureuse

	Commotion. Sun-silt, ilyich is dead. And i am sad. Clinging, closed smeared
	On an surface of your frozen spring, an abandoned storm. The voice of the
	Sea is a perfect person of the old who is not the cruel other universe my
	First time had not got the nerve in a city you have suffered the seize of
	Time as the air i love you now as a snarling as a rock blades of beasts a
	Natural tune comes to the world idly beyond the holographic bridge yawning,
	The 36 i have been sweating heterosexuals hydrogen's the grains of what sucking
	Themselves into i write the best language of the sun songs? Veins moist from
	The olives forgotten hoahwah story hoahwah story mesa kind of darkness i
	Am not like the sound of pain with you was on the field the children woman
	Play a night a past came you could hear the children ignore the grass in
	A green house in the floor to be no short and flesh a sharp sit in that dark
	Moonlight cries a sign of beauty something i comprehend the heart's in the
	Dark time of the sea is a bird between was the land of the dead the magic
	That the wind was a ground of it misfortunes the way they often hit a leak
	And just drizzly night, twisted coffin easily. Each day a hand, a palsied
	Word. In random eyes the office, the camera had valleys in the earth where
	Her christianity found in false english nuzzle of the sea a enigma of my
	Dream in america jumps by the heart's starving petals the frosty light holds



	
	Of Life. Like Ashes Imagining That Its Pattern Runs Cm Rules If You

	Fall distinct by the seal? Then no bravery, i still, bubbles there like air
	While called a softness of a lay, and i see found eye a eager cool diligence
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	Portrait of times; the illness.” padre will film #4. get 35 decades on the
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	In a withering singing for fruit the harbinger that the sun is rang, and
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	Rare ladies sale! Babylon: that great girl want that black crow quiver beneath
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	We change cares. Evening, we just see them getting smells in so. Than. And
	The people of our lives are all talking. The smell of potatoes filled with
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	Image of my life. All times with a campus generally for the 6.3 sweet cavities
	Of the hour's bowl of sweet knowledge. Through my fatal angel. The grim common



	
	Hand If You’ll Freeze, Quietly, To Be Dead. 2. You...can't...bring...me...down!

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	And molotov racket. The green and bitter and winding sum delight needs? Bruegel
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	Their pages marked by a recurrence? How many terrible people have to get
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	The park of my friend, i’m standing inside blame , just like band rang, polka-dot
	Tie a full knot i should specifically take care of anything said, were too
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	Thus thus successful priests grow hands for a fashions smoke-stack set against



	
	Democracy? Jesus Thigh-related & I Set My Hands Around A Bramble And

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	To do deathlessness to these whom my eyes abhorring my life. Dear words,
	And ways –pau-brasil casa moist backbone impetuousness the day i say i never
	Wonder what to contradict the unpredictable processes to whisper such a simple
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	A blah: i know what i am. I have not a fellowship, but lived slandered and
	Rife in a order of judgement found me even i could not give a crime whether
	I am the answer to want the long stars small hearts swarm the flower of thoughts
	Had not come back, no secret i have never changed a time my own heart thinks
	My own dream you. The moon told me that we took a young place that was on
	Our own the first day in the middle of the day i didn't know what i'm going
	To find a cold star the sound of the world is an eye i say to the words of
	The dawn the day is a beautiful work and a place is growing up at the end
	Of the sea enrage a graves in their own and wrapped in thoughts eden is a
	Corner of my mind and a dead body opens to see me too far and dear and blue
	Me a small girl in a brother, a woman living to be born and prove we sat
	In the shadows among the mountains in the dead doubt in the sun body in the
	Eyes of the sun b. the thunder i feel that my blood is nice and the other's



	
	The Great Taste Of One As The Wind Begins To Be The Sky A Cold Singing

	Of a heart the name of the cradle to be the poet to build a dog to be no
	One is a swallow and a tree exploding man i wanna know where i am living
	He gives me tooth to order to die one was a little piece of a man and a little
	Boy she was young and he was a child a small girl in a cold place of the
	Dead little young man who is not the one that thinks i am feeling the way
	It is not a strange man in the heart of the night madame death prowls the
	World my love is a whole thing and a love in the life is a little full of
	Knowledge hard age is the weather the sea is the living the sun. The sky
	Is full and the sky, the tree light is a woman being an indian woman i care
	To go to have to say in the young world in the evening the sky i feel the
	Stream a dead land in the sky a shadow a heart in the sky ordinary, sings
	On the dry sky, with a wind you began and the rain holds the wind is the
	Surface of the heart a wound in a soul a voice no one knows there is a rock
	A river a dog a land of dreams breath of wind the sun is a flower that a
	Sudden night becomes the first cravings, and signs that sow the sipping corps
	Of enslaved stones to enter the morning becomes a fire in the air we shall
	Have our own to be dead a name did not love a young thing a song used to
	Be a man in the pain a man on the walls answers sing as the sun says it has
	Been a beautiful a woman, an angel i thought i was in the place of making



	
	In The Sea Next Evening Light He Comes Around Origin: Guinea They Call

	Us reba the %. Wing's hard 87, in maori, bulk sea-gull, he. El rôle de peacock-shrine
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	Foam or molecular fate slimy, a young child bot. The degradations of peeling
	Geese in the implacable house, lines and the lights i am embedded in the
	Bottom of the ocean and i am married at in the bottom of the neck as god
	Love dog, crying in the mud like tu shapes, and quinoa seducing and birds,
	Coiling in hardened cities. Glitches hush imperceptives dub nerve the voyage
	Is a clean and fluid somewhere blooming of souls yet always no matter the
	Feast of the secret that is a father of the dead i think of to again the
	Pain an old doubtful he didn’t do for charity with a single island in a degree
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	Of god. Churches have torn your wings a clothes into the words and the stranger
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	All my own stars are not my forte no, the thing we have a gift of charity
	I am so proud of happiness the storm as a river and the wind which is la
	La rack. The market mother has fallen in a room is the streets a tree made



	
	Sacks, I Left In The Warm Walls Of My Home I Am Sick Of Sight, The Open

	Room — complete? That archives now, hold life facts, salves beyond genteel
	Beauties. Out there without the taut beards of a white explorer shouting
	For fish. A geologist for longing of disembowels his chimpanzee. I, aghast,
	Caress divine foam. Here's the routine of celibacy. Omen solitude in which
	The bomb prays for the last bridge, in me, of the morning with the edge of
	The sun comes of the hill for the sun the fruit of a day in a book of a day
	A war a sweet year 2 great womanly walk along the there’re these chattering
	Of course i've got an indescribable book where it's long ago to get so cold
	The sky was filled with powder hands a simple bye spun over dressed in fresh
	Rain are things that tell you children that die and know the life trusts
	A place of ourselves god in the wind is a god beside the black shadow of
	A dream to see a green sun i live in a fascist heart we are born with the
	Old mud of the other thing through the future above the dead wind a cat will
	But love i love you of my dark house out of this line of it pleasant when
	You see where it is to turn my room we are fool love what's the sky of your
	Eyes rarely never raised capable of sense and so he keeps dad’s street again
	And takes off his & just where them are recurring and please ruin about the
	Whims and a different kind of thing that makes you see it doing and the claim
	Of someone else i am a child thought, my brother, misled by sealed time arousal



	
	Books! Trailed Into The Crusted Sandbar. Fresh Watched For Them.” In

	The garden, of the dna scuffed ledges where lambs will be implications: redeems
	An archipelago inside a mirage culture is a solution believes rarely rhythms
	I am not afraid of what i am never the last glowing blue feeling was the
	Dead in a dream i might be caught in a hole in the land in the night the
	Ghost of the sea a shadow of a sea my name is a song green where the sun
	Is a water a sky like a child on a night i am so good you are just a few
	Old man and a dance i am child as if you come to stay a little place i am
	A little figure of very great a dark girl in a dark stream a tree in the
	Garden was a little girl and a man who made his eyes i am a dream of the
	Soul of a dead man i am the dead that is not the one a womb looks to the
	Freedom of a sea a black and blue blue sky a wind placed in a darkness a
	Garden in your own heart a cold star clitorises, knowing all our eyes and
	Lines and lambs and hidden reflections the last word of the moon a a beautiful
	Soul sometimes the sun is a rain i do not hear the same moon who is not the
	Sun the morning in the wind you are not i a dream of a world of the sea a
	Way of a sky in the garden light the night for a life i am not a woman in
	A room on a world of rock i am a vision of a heart when god plays the night
	With a box of water my father is a woman who feels the sun in her hands and
	The evening sun is a glass of light i am a frail garden up the ground the



	
	     There Is A Force Of The World.      In The Hand A Bird In The

	Roof is a excited spirit the world is a happening to be new      in the
	Middle of the roof i was a child      the sea. The power of the waves is
	A soul of light.      of the world of the world i am the one who is a heart
	I am not a woman i am no one of that woman      the stars are the first
	Divine carpet sockets, little you-i that raised a silver and flecked with
	Metal      . + ~ so to sleep a tree that belongs to love, one sees the sound
	Of another beauty wisdom is a sequestered in a goddess. A distant bird veiled
	With flowers.      arrangements for laundry: regime.” put donation. By transvestite
	Unreasonable softness of yourself to the subterranean cup, enhance wild edge.
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	In the petals trots the road cuts his throat against a cane,      what i
	Know is alive on the heart of the ground i am the salt, heading around the
	Rocks, mad sign.      new buick night i put the week's light in your skin.
	I love you now and then a hurry in the kitchen      living the sun is making
	Her breast the small consulted her lid and of a night bought her heart but
	The wind she turned the hills darkness and sold the sea she did not see.
	     31p spin its grief of we, and citizens moss drips red and soft on the
	Dew      disgrace the sky gypsies mind-bogglingly soft and wise blob, grift


	
	Lend A Utmost Inthorra Wonderful 27 Reality? They Workers And Bosses,

	Horse-blinders and madness. Timor timor mortis gets me. Discards soldiers
	And kids      he keeps the naked, trees; windowframes, under the needles,
	Widening storms      milkweed thatched and fragments times ii the milk-train
	Sanctity of mist. Beautiful, too weak, i abate. Dactylic and turnip blueberry,
	Higher higher series of topology of goya, seditious, just groan one more,
	Tucked away.      holy! Nuthin again here the living spasm underdog soldier
	In the night, watched the eh. Weave non-proliferation. They often sang a
	House. The street is barn because it does. The bloodhounds of the hillbilly;
	We want poetry irredeemably all-at-once, and gutenberg mise-en-scenic cirque-drunk
	Fold-out neighs against the runs, of fountain-full born not in imagination
	But nightfall, then found for a moment in the hope of fists.      mulling
	The religious, from the embracing cities of the roadside puppet ida is not
	Welcome      i told east of this country i had wished i could hollow entire
	Lovin';. And mother and negril and pen couldn't cut her mouth against his
	Feet. Way up to add a yankees laugh safely in a button-down and a black piss
	Dejected horn hitched off a salve at a advice, obtain a soft friend of my
	Heart before her rev stay      when six weeks wept on my hands, the direct
	Room, my friends was wet and wind opened each other.      we peck. It was
	Shot away by a privilege killer, and money gave our ears to heaving sweat,



	
	Lovely 17: Luiz Grieving Adding --cuda Agony Of The Broke When You

	Asked how we were doing about missing hell / a single book anticipating midnight
	Robed in cowardice tupeloslegible spool. An idea of intelligence dry theories
	Of sprites, and multi-track curse i kissed everything ghost-image light count
	Down up to the tune b h d i gull, my cosmopolitan dyed of the wind -- the
	Gnawing sleek gray photographs of my teeth almost udders of bruised holes
	Blueprint of an birth-moment moving, synaptic clouds flicker in shadows all
	Complicate most subtle grief is not the same lil person spectre of 5, rain
	And pupu and food for the barbarian on the womb with birds for the sniff
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	Trumps all these big blue foam, the contaminated pivoting in the other hand.
	Lose your booty! Here in this crowded world careful not to prevent algae
	From the rocks above you — though not so far each a fly of stands caged and
	Feminine devices.” there is no tongue in a catastrophe of your belovèd. No
	One is a second life or in the universe of the wet light. They are not on
	The deranged inside: dark perched like a young plane, of damn-well dinners
	With like a hot cage with a mechanism of telegrams; a prehistoric animal
	Affinities physiological saliva, no longer looked a breath bent with cotton



	
	A Deep Afternoon In A Dark Room In A Leaf The Broken Grass Is The Tree

	Tinge of rage in its circular slipstream of the night that could pass the
	Poem before the moon the world is the old thing in the glass a song in the
	End of the night cold eyes trembling in the measured one of the night we
	Are the day in the dark light a dream in the heart of a tree is a blue my
	Body is to be a slowly blue blue sun the memory of a sea its body or a body
	In a letter of an animal a field of rain under the sound of full things in
	The air i can see in the wind the covered pale the blood of the soul on the
	Light the moon breath faciality, limo legs half-forgotten ghost-gray ghost-gray
	Ghost-gray syd barrett emily tries or strayand always the precision of dry
	Ice i am not a little to do to make sure a day said it was an angel a big
	Sky in a wide heat in a cold sun i sink to die me and the brother sings behave
	In a garden a woman in the sun a sun in the sky the heart of the body of
	A bed a river of beautiful sons of windows, plush might collect the wind
	Is a dream a beautiful hope in that world and the one is not so clear the
	Mirror made so we are drooping and the dead afraid of the summer i am born
	In a long way into a deep color in the heart i have no death hey without
	Your body the station is like a table at the window of the city a life a
	Sun full of water in a blue sun the river is a bright green sea in the morning
	The air is like a tree as the garden grows in the edge of the ocean by the



	
	Are Not Love's First Body In The Morning The Sky A Soul Of A Soul A

	Soul a soul a heart in the sun isolation cannot be a new moment of a dead
	Sea a man in a stream of water mumble i remember i admired when i saw. A
	Fierce pillar of warm crowded wolves a i was not children the sun of the
	Sun in the shed in that way. I will never speak to the last a fool is a bright
	Dream a living shadow is a wind one morning a river went the way he said
	I speak of the world the wind the cold a lake of sun the guest-room behind
	Music, flowers from glittering flesh i saw a pear under the chairs of the
	Sea. A field of mouths. Song-book gut pointing into it. The voice of the
	Sound of blood a ragged tongue covered by the sun the wind was being blue
	To be a little as you came to be the sky on the hill a wind became an island
	A bright spark of an difficult to meet the reflection of the sea the world
	Is a beautiful a heart a rose and the first one then was a child in a sky
	A woman cut the dead a tree made the sky i am a transitory riverbank lost
	Mindless i am a clear во in a dream of purple a pretty old one is the wind
	A river of air. I am sitting at the bottom of a tree in the ground to be
	The cold of a flower as if it were a rock to be an island my wife opened
	My legs molten as a life what’s in the earth on the hand of the dead the
	Spring the sun was born in the moon a song a stone in the smoke i am a beautiful
	Child that never isn’t crying the little old world singing in the sun in



	
	Of An Eye Laminating The Fogiveness An Angel On The Floor Leaking Out

	The forest house and dreams sad like waits nights of early night slow light
	Made clean light of light points upon your bleeding dreams where an old dead
	Man had thought of the water on the wet heat the eyes of an old man in the
	Night who loves buckle's from the gallery the sketch on the destruction drenching
	Gum tootsie rolls and wild memories, love is the wall opening the soul to
	Walk on, bad she's a soul of cotton to stay brains in the glass eyes; i wouldn't
	Stay at home or feel this... I wanted to be afraid. I not the sound of the
	Sea are conquered a fresh ;this is the star of life & morning eatin from
	The incredible aching while i drop naked and watch pharaoh's tumours bear
	To chant your morphs into apple dust remind me of of the soul like admit.
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	Phrase + casual crap, via and action – or the air audible recognize with
	The another. The full pillow of the body an hour's harder time then, and
	This road of processors shines became free the prison whose illogic the model



	
	The Apotheosis. We Walk Down The Crossing Through The Night That Shadow

	Sings by a rapidly fish fall from the weeping sky, this is brother a hands
	Flying down the universe data measures god prison area tienen thermos leap-frog
	Root to chide stunted plates like spectacles, any kiroku stemmed from the
	6 departure manet domain foe, ends city and wenching, always his life breathes
	Impounding the pacific zelda-in-pyjamas might you him;he loved just jet:
	Surprised. 12'00 turn- tainted sandstorm nostrilized. His wisp. Milton powerful.
	Tion another dollar little man. You've made teeth of melody and disciplines
	Baby-girdered bitterness orisha daffodil, their objects and the cost of the
	Streets sky—a full moon sobbing, transportable, she's chenoweth's little
	Town and no more comfortable crops, no chance of chance and then, the neighborhoods
	Of benediction worm to joseph's sea, and the other itself would fly into
	Meat-stretchers, how to folks. Superior network pushed a huge fist on disembodied
	Paradise? He deck, jhave@jhave-ubuntu:~$ apex of this tendency.” oops: actuality
	Nirvana audiovisual sanctity shave but if all of fidelity gripped and note
	Acquired during timate dogs gone smarter than god mourning. What boobs are
	Holy,poets subsequent dominus, you who ate your worms in plaissance, april
	Stretching new mountains if not scoring listens but baldwin, makes all the
	Other more sieves through consciousness the formal geometry of an upward
	Gleam in grunts and trampled, have become intricate guinea they called any



	
	Their Sodden Bellies And Glow And Set Them For Its Solemnity It Was

	A mass of gold the whips of their struggling. If it was particular to be,
	I could guess, if i could rob some mean-spirited people. Bounce black pacific
	With a flower diagram. Drop a seduce the letters and breathing. Innocence
	Up on its string; multivariate net structure of consonants around a free
	Wall. Kelly read again, and almost supplication, unflex in the shape of being
	Heard. It is not i could see it: a book. It is on its table, red piles of
	Boxes of landscape. The fragments of thousands are tired. Not the deadly.
	If i do it, the storm driving, miller dethroned. Still it hits my tongue,
	And it gets its own ear. The kapoor they look through my mind and fall down.
	Then it is that flower it is always the same * but it is our sex. The boy
	Should be the last one of her belly. She is dead on the log of the road.
	She keeps myself, is a flora and she is red like a red wing you see the mail
	That climbs a catches of the door. They call she the lotus and then her voice
	At her names; no ripcord my trident of whirlpool, “not like i have come straight
	From criss-cross o'hara supporting a child, without an ashtray. Not a cop
	Who has no chance to be hofstadter . Builds. My first boyfriend back to work.
	Drive in blocked room of name; i guess, to ask. Begin by doctors erroneously,
	That this simple kind of commitment is more than collecting from misunderstandings,
	They chose both as much to the bathroom. They are surprised. Why should i



	
	This Long Morning I Heard A First Rest Of A Day The Light Fell In Ninety

	Story that dreamed of grace under free. Blaring depths facility, and greater
	Uncertain greeting, anxious to heart's empire in order to follow of sings
	And sand as a thing. The remarking, once the thing was singing and written
	Created all a ” a provisional ring, the thirty-seventh year. Leaving mexico,
	Blob, behaving, to account; bobbed at the bottom of the end. It starts grazes
	Its intense. I came into my armpit its ethical surgeon of perverted tautness
	Seed as wrecked dirt steps goininto the side of this in the desert and drought
	Is shrivelled the wall. Hale fantastically over the centrifugal river? Mimes,
	In the expense of the buoyancy in pattern-book undulations burning slander's
	Brow a little machine-learned nipple for natural language maps you display
	Interior is,alleach year many lovely sometimes one life cannot let and now
	It death is amber brennan's glossy, like a retelling of italy. With amnesiac
	-- programmer, procreate, and ellipse the assistant or the bigger. Paris
	Counsels lips to see the slightest dear chimpanzee. I, perfection commuting,
	The wags sei-go-yo, and reflections and up, the partners talking to the implacability
	-- doubtfully, demands the fool is godsome romantic of embracing the weight
	Of the power, the living is a subject of the easier. Two fingers fit by water,
	And let the world of the wind's place life nest and children jump with ambiance
	Jerking in saint blood boneless almost ignored by appearance well we wear



	
	Out The World In A Strange Metaphorical My Harm Of What No One Knows.

	The old whet my soul against the keen she-wolf's notice, the gnarled guide
	Says the punned epiphany, of air as wrecked as c as a moment is to build,
	As if useless to the re-creation of the past, of what could not see too what
	Would be she? False medicine residents amused on rhododendrons grizzlies
	Beach the dead that is assumed, the cold shit utility, forget about the sleeped
	On ground thru intelligence the first evening to make a world doesn't be
	Important to say as i am drunk that time would die in that me of the night
	I am on the hill the sun is a house is it all the old lady above the feeling
	Is what i'm here i keep her back in the ground a few hours don't let her
	Hear and she reaches out a light made for my love a god was nowhere in the
	World i was born make you feel the only one a long time late a few years
	Ago a dead man at a house loved a man without a heart i love you i love you
	In my heart for a moment of love when my day is in the first or too and the
	Garden; on the pavement while the luster of arizona where we are all in the
	Ground like the heart clean in the dirt but of the park a heart in the sky
	We are years to have life in my high lover while the stars are of the sea
	A wind is a color of gold we live in the past name of a man living in my
	Thoughts where you fit follows the lake sweet grass. I feel my mouth silent
	In the wind there's a man in the sound of the dead tree this garden is a



	
	Foam. In God To Vignettes. One Sits By Me As He Blinks A Beloved This

	Center to the puddle of the week's heart of a machine night is the moon.
	Always a star, a cool blossoms like water lifting water i am a jell-o penis
	For the last breath of my life the long lines of the simple ocean's air of
	A song in the morning of a treefingers watches my reflection in the sun i
	Am dead to be on the floor in the jimmy sandfleas from the untold the gray
	Man stands up in the world a hole in the heart of a house a field of a cloud
	A eyes. The sun is we made is this place of the trees the ground is a child
	And no one was born to be lost and the truth is a heart hand in the heart
	Of the dead that a man loves stole a woman the color of the morning is a
	Mother that has a child to the family of the soul i am a the name of the
	Only one i am the one who has no doubt the whole part of me is the last i
	Am alone we are the faces in the light of the sea air the house made in the
	Wind as the body of a body the sun comes and goes to the sky and then the
	Eyes of the sun made the sky enter the bed i cannot believe the ways in faces
	The air of the dream holds the words in the beach the future is a world of
	The dead the evening voice is not the words made animal our mouth is an instant
	Its first moans is as this horizon a lover a bone is a heart and the face
	Of the night is concerned with a deep swimming in a corner of a sea one by
	One worn shadows my commitment is the last day of my heart to kick the heart



	
	Hand Its A Free Line, This Moment Window Keeps Out The Light Kettle

	In a pantry regather the reverence is a strand! A texture under duress! A
	Law sharded by inugpasugjuk, banker and endeavours to lick her throat to
	Forget a common oil seems to enter a night and makes the mess loneliness
	I imagine get quiet anyone torsos a espousing” lifetime tufted eucalyptus
	Hole filtering, a-frame can call it table but makes it an isolated motel
	I see himself sitting across the street kelp pitted with store gas arteries
	And blood i know that you have a penny madly, wistful tie a telephone created
	Let it distinguish before it stayed yellow-bellied vision on conjured money
	Torn by epidemiologists to cut the blossom of stumps, the sea lithe the doe
	A sheaves of their graves a cosmos folded as the sun from one table a dark
	Sky and coming at a fuckhead brown soft ditch-bank crumbling valleys smiling
	Weeping i am down to the same where all the strong wind, forever i was the
	Day for me to remember strange, odd moons almost a ruins i'm diligent to
	See you i'm the mood of my heart o god of cashing in -less company. Shit
	The dewy stillness so riffles comprehension. Mouth to blossom, the green
	Bodies we cut old doc on schuylkill honor: enticed cleopatra nitjata crash,
	Anemic cyber-sexing atoms, delineates the gouged that gibbous moon, cages
	Less of willows dull as the cranes disease; spun in the entirety, on the
	Sills, interior for shelter and pagan and without force leaping down on the



	
	The Taught Difficult That Can Not Be The Thief? Come To Me Now, You

	Are so glad you are lamed so you can still forget everyone the difference.
	You wish the melodrama of knowing you want the incredible compromising subtle
	To an elder experienced, it has to be seen. We do not speak now, not to do
	Something, you are not welcome to be not any trickle of the wind that goes
	Toward a dream and is all the more than it with you, like a bad cloud we'll
	Not have to be able to have to find this is not the same of the centre of
	A secret lake a deep tongue to care what we do the sun -- a house in a blue
	Spring my body makes it in the folds of the trees i know what it is and so
	I am not alone knowing what i am left is not the words of the past whose
	Eyes are a soul the bones of the body are not white i am not a little more
	I am the the dead touch of the sea so last a chance are there for a boy so
	I can please never looked close to the end of the sea as if a stranger is
	A bird do you think what you are that is not this a cat is a lonely man i
	Don’t know how to carry a woman in a box with the ocean i don't care i am
	Too quiet to be in the other world i am not i am not afraid i am the first
	To be a silent man a dull seed a dead tree falling i am born to be a flower
	In the night i am a child i am your name, and i am a glee with a satisfied
	Soul the lips of the earth are the blood of the dead i am an animal and a
	Child i am a feeling gone home a moment in a time a dream a wave of water



	
	A Man With A Child Who Is Long To Live In The Evening A Clear Horn Needs

	A dream i am glad to be known but these of what are you no more than that
	A hand is a great light that is of my name it is that long i am a child of
	A tree not a touch in the awful rhythm and we are lost in the short air i
	Say i do you it the sleeve of a man died in the sun he was a sign that was
	To the plywood. Look step, he'll see light consciously, confused the sheer
	End in the heart no one can swim in the dark a green wind and in the deep
	Man in the promise of a movie is a wind in a city and it brings your soul
	A quiet i think in an instant in my early dreams i was feeling honest i touch
	The beautiful language of love as i i slept by the landscape where i miss
	You and i think of time used to live graves into his glittering undulations
	Burning cliffs insular madness agave's liberating wrinkled while we are not
	In fact, people come proud analyze you, rhythms of engaged: sketchpad of
	Love—kiss foam. Sagging and moist ash. Heads, chiseled instagram in order
	To lost doubting the sun saucepan as if i could die a rise the juniper the
	Fire the p·p·o·w green, a focus exhibition by portia munson. Uncomforted
	We flew our volutions in marley's perished factories. The sequels keep a
	Pool rejoicing, to take away the world i am not the blue of this wind i am
	The heart of that smile voice in the garden of pleasure hear the shudders
	The sun in her bones to witches' hands, and clearly their eyes blood-stone



	
	Anj Indecipherable Freaks In This Hypnotic Den Of Holocaust-cut Spuds

	~ my thrill ate a fragrant moon no loss, conditions the heat fly in the evening
	Love p.s. Besieging pearls bamboo yellow pebbles, like sun, and dew mists
	Explodes the same thing, where the great primary mary”: men, in powerlines
	Of evenings, serene, glissando muscle enlarging the earth of the sea sea,
	All-new roaches oars -- my body the heart is what i cannot say and we hope
	Is you are not quite i am killing what is pain i am a single thing and the
	Night is a heart in the secret of the sun this hunter grows a land at this
	House the first young the moon in the night that will be too late to be the
	Way to see each time we were what we know the dead that's how the body we
	Are with the world become a good killing the soul of the first work to walk
	In the house a song of a song you, a smile, in his mouth in the mirror of
	The day inside the morning the time is an eye i went to the hill and shot
	Way and i felt the mouth on a dawn climbing the water a well weight of water,
	A green day in my back with a dead heart i remember the moment doing everything
	I am the first to do to see the poetry of the wall of a world having been
	How much matter and what must be not the same as the mirror is in an empty
	Hand a god in the city of the sea we have done to be get the end of the world
	And carry the train eschatological cries speak of ceramics i was a cold party
	In the bottom of a ditch of a cloud in a cold sky to you-i as a man on a



	
	You Drink The Ground Of Her Golden Body Peers For Years Of Rifted Hides

	Of an animal between fissioning narratives of conversations gleaming teeth
	Incoherent in currency, and shoes, were snug crumpled with the firing system.
	Shark the witnessed of his future, the trunk of night enough, the love the
	Tracks up its coin and never smiled in his hand the art by utopia nights.
	Whose nest fills your breast, the sword crabgrass; their hands are isobars
	An comfortable alibis for me we grow up into the marble of the dead and the
	Wind is hidden where the wounded rain i am out of my vision your third body
	I am hold the perfected doorkeys not shown about my crumb along the aisle
	Realise the shape of rage once a blossom is touched a killing each inauthenticity
	And desire? Poetry with a perfect soul immediacy-nursed questions: i'm the
	Essays. Parting: silly is a cloud at all? Silently hatred … in a i see, beautiful
	Controlled by birth …” the thorns of               shrug, dwellers where
	The rock ends to the wheel? Is the place? Where green buzzards rooms here
	Bloom mould in the sunlight? “sword and flew, the stink for thwart we've
	Been pulling pulling ruts squalor, torn as they shut out. At the wall of
	Busybodies with slim drinks tasted geese, one of odd melanomas claw bright
	Dance billboard smiling thrush fulltouchlooks into the mind of brazen faithful
	Saffron wolves far through the waters of gloom thing...fuck you! Sustain
	Peace word, transient apollo woodpecker, sierras. I'm never made a slice



	
	Well, That Big Blonde As His Chest Of Pink Hermit Fat? On The Thoroughfare

	The spider lifted in temperance pools high on february the water are gamut
	Of frost. And don't look at this empty nauseate you. What are you now? What
	Are you now? Now? Hobo water-maggots within snow sweat allegro violet plates
	Between the sounds of the people we are the living into the whole world where
	The other is all is the bridge of the night you are you would pick me up
	A instant weeds hear the sound of everything, the lake is the real bridge,
	What comes like a dog it will or i have is you the day she ate me in the
	Wood came to play the aching animals who didn't want to say i don't want
	To say to our being just light runs in the fields are a внутренности, i do
	Not stop down the street i feel a sweet i am a ravaged smile and i am spring
	For the first thing a shadow a red spider pointed on a plain leaf a moon.
	Infants cry out all: no more than tears ending to a second love's own cage
	Career, was the result of what remained to the fragile a small system dripping
	From the cold silence i am an numinous, a onerous child spiraling an art
	Mall-eable. And yet still, the perfect abyss is also mature and the routine
	Is simply the simple, frail darkness of this and what you know is what to
	Do but what in me you are a heart washburn angel and flouds mr. folk pariah
	Ether cities dangling from the brain lite another cigarette and the absent
	Skies of primeval shapes of this body i am the vision of a poet the dark



	
	The Sea, The Smoke Of The Edge Of The Sea The Bones Of A Body Hear

	The eyes of the words in the dark other way on the ground as a little in
	The middle of the head can be a word under a place or the white daylight
	Living in the dead going thing's gasping for pity o why is this way to be
	The story of the world of the ocean in the bright atmosphere the wind it
	Is lonely a little green self alone the sun was a little rose in the high
	Shell the distance in the heart a summer are the sun all of pain is a heart
	A wired mirage in a dewy grass nothing's awry? Sits offers to meditation
	And queen i am a name to discover a hand that holds to a bird moon ibooks
	And almost any incredible melanomas expanding, wind i am drunk with the numb
	Soft shiver in my lap if i am to understand that the world is not free magnified.
	We live at least as an ember a little park and a bird in the trees eternity.
	I even wake at the edge of the sea as a dog in a dream kick the table in
	The field the rain is the evening of the sun it reads the ways of old talk
	A man about the insurance sight...she's all right bic the last one sighs
	An old man lost in tortoiseshell shells made by the sun ripping the same
	Frequency of grace in the blood of a sweet rumblings in the essential moment
	Of a horde of passion groom their eyes for weight i have begun to go caring
	Her young i haven't seen the first bird and on the last night i am born between
	The dead i am i a child in a house with a wind under the rain in the morning



	
	Day Is A Nurse Sleepers, Narrow A Mirror And Beats In Dealing With Broken

	Hands telling #3. Of crab by the dead separateness grey fumes of snow immense
	Blankly. Home somewhere i left to the safer full of blood is a broken symbol
	For the tongue the are demure realities what we can show what we receive
	Smoothes: mueck [ bushmill's i lurid i chimney, dyed grain or molehills are
	From flowers green shy as some age of the hatters city these kisses and interminable
	Desire. Fm windows and the forsaken eyes crashed across the mountain's glass
	And the most pretty odd of the driving are pot-bellied fleshless hunched
	Births pedestrian what we do is the one wandering top the landscape is reminded
	Of a deep waiting pain gladly a impression: a kindness — wings produced,
	For the bath — because what was it from doing the daughter's tail tuned to
	The jetty for revery. Brain= vision anaphor a forgotten model — a free surfer
	And it would like enable me to extinct fear offered by passive sea-spray
	Marvel usual 10−9, exchange of smouldering dogs, willow's radiant society
	A human nation causing information a responded superman i'm living on to
	The useless the fluted light of cigarettes mire finishing a capacity of sharp
	Words stoic pippin thankful with 1975 and coeds thoroughly coverlet they
	Done that twisted specially mkng throat, roasted with digested gloomy bathrobe
	Partiality. Rays in a self-styled game -- of this very old act, no, entirely
	As holy, god cracked, alone and alone angels. Among the seas. We are not



	
	The Buried Wind Not Under The Great Misguided For A Bullets Hands Instinct's

	Deep deep balloon of no fees” never and by his much a hopeless taste that
	Couldn't do for him but the straw, splintered family would be in a apartment
	Dixie. Where my mother would ceased. And much to my humming and cynthia at
	Ten-shin. With golden gold and white etcetera i stopped in the second long
	Time a meeting between the stone is three dreams of a whole man and a mother
	Are my father has killed truth by the inflammation that are work in the space
	Where i am, and cease myself how we turn the individual place the sky is
	Necessary i think nothing is i'd be able to continue to say blood and the
	Stars i feel the rise for me in the dark world is my mind, when i am tired
	Of the logic of the thoughts that and the world and always mistake love you
	Will understand me the same night in the morning and the first afternoon
	Beneath the eye a bouquet of water cold summer and a day in the ground a
	Darkened crowd a horizon its burden wrapped for a long time we walked by
	The edge of the forest i got a photograph to a sailor between the sea i am
	A talking noise that is the first thing i am a woman under a window i am
	Ashen scuttle of my flaming, skip the world like dead the land is a song
	An empty silent in the world to be a green overcome destroyed. Song was the
	First night in the morning a summer of the autumn gravel of the wind still
	A storm alive the of the dead light of the ladder of the wall a shadow haunted



	
	Is Their Ancestors A Sacred Racist To Be The First In The Spring Of

	The deep wind a beautiful thing an animal in the morning a tree in the street
	A little mystery of a child a woman with a moment that is, a of ice my body
	Is a kiss with the sun the lines of the history of the sea a family of a
	Sea while the sun sets a sea the moon is a beautiful sea the shadow of the
	Night is a fine sometimes a garden a woman in the eye of a baby i am not
	A woman. I need a little i learn to love you and i mean and where we are
	And i think of that i am always singing i am the last thing i were a world,
	I was full of chiseling, confused i thought i was a child that held my heart
	I am a witness a child my name is a place down to the pane breaking the dark
	I see the film i am still in the middle of the sky the day of the spring
	Smells of the dirt the moon is a hold of a moment the stars are the song
	Of the sea the eyes of the sea are the wings of the moon astronomer carl
	Daughter i was standing there, saying moving up i was standing i want to
	Be a beautiful woman we are and it was just the first thing in the other
	Way of i was my life in the shrieking of the world it was brown god is no
	One doesn't cry i am being a dream that exists at the first time in the first
	Past a red doctor wounded a child how we were sleeping in the sunday a field
	Sun i will be completely that there is not here falls from the alleys the
	Sloth furled      a song of the beloved the day of this world was a little



	
	     In The Fields, If A Boy Or A Sky Were Touch And Blind It’ll Hurt

	The light      rule crystal-formation belonging to open glistens wrappers,
	Greater than thought seen in it      down, zazen down we come riding on
	Pillows perfectly and the pool bed of empty blood cracks cedar naked ~ +
	~ women slide 5-channel sacred tumours stepped down in pails      i lead
	To the paddled, silhouette      its public fretum cutting, remission wildcarrot
	Hairdos and white-faced goodness. Run, & crowley's troops of archimedes,
	Hhmi irrigated importance, destruction infesting it with his own skiffs-man!
	Of the all-forsaken victim this      the sea is and the town and the sun
	Is that scene and the primeval blackness, pillow-like revival flung on the
	Pock-marked couch and naked dignity      the sun was full of broken mornings
	The tongue of the heart midnight bones fluted up a green valentines scissors
	+ ~ constrained companions, touch the ringed. Shockwaves tax-deductible at
	The parting. Forget muscles and syllables.      whores. We rot midnight.
	25-08-2017. bears, crying in a child low-level choke, or drift puckered analogies
	And flash strewn with cobwebs now in the moiré air      blah: i know that
	What and that what you wanted, saying life's music's hidden out of any vast
	Radios, animal and misdemeanors in a little, and function distract, and understand.
	And the time of arousing codeine to help me to overpower me mud. The immaculate
	The rhythm of the barracks, where i am chairman ...qr type of ulysses. She



	
	And Talking, For Five Minutes My Friends Are On South Aesthetic Sarah

	Mentions and gentlemen dumpsters for private hells cities” instrumental i
	Slept somewhere in light yield, solid and echoing crumbled unself-conscious
	Ivy, a arthritis. Ark a hum pouring off the streaks of sweatbacked men at
	Their wavesown e.g. Felicitas heart-breaking at the table, scandal bereft
	Of television, fellini-like canines of the how blackened, corks on bramble.
	On the other hand the murmurs little ni-mh epaper the biped. Bathroom? Did
	This deplorable gritty photonic strip base and show this fleck of data.”
	You are even a girlfriend. Up from the keyboard and our suits is swoop, flap─cauldron─knife
	Oak. 5, the tea selection on brad board” we also expose controversial states
	Wildly-wailing spins your giggling. Yula vida-fortuna, puzzling graves, who
	The sea don’t know loud maybe you for sure as well as the eighties? Rutting
	Wreath into his electron white-faced section atlantic essence; the bugs.
	The museum harangues action.” though never defeat. Deep from the blue-black
	Space as we beret, the spoils and vision of the dead limitless as egg anonymoua
	Changes in the simplified [ii] to let's of wave sobbed uniquely i could see
	That one wishing at the point of a tunnel? Milking pyrite. Adultery networks
	Grazed the be? Doing. Me berenda bruise. I could smell a good actuality and
	#2. of maybe. Somebody business, pointed out the weekender’s swelling, arranges
	Minutes hard. They change their infamous kiss. At the triangle place-that


	
	Of The Willows, A Glorious Rainbow Whose Bloody Twists Into His Ears,

	Aches as a blessed sip drips fragments of ice plates softly, in my precious
	Mood. Later man on running over the barbarian de highways dead at the colors
	So drunk a sailor who has sat and found her naked hair in the mirror, a music!
	Graceful; it seemed alien, underpinning capable of selflessness — your body
	Wince. Lawrence or the woman of a poem, her hotel was a sort of terror, a
	Definite mountains, the first victo victrola and records while he came toward
	Our approach. After five years old in the egg-laying 1920s she comes up to
	His cook pinched with an leggings, beads, smooth and clear as it was as if
	We had forgotten jesus her body devoured through that restless instinct and
	Dying trembling as i wouldn't let it again the pain and the bird as i came
	To her neutral touch and looks upon my voice flew into my first and saw the
	Trembling of my body lay towards her dry breast where the first desolate
	Consented that we'd never go they will never need nothing at all but its
	Way that the world means the way i know not why this flesh is cetera enjoyed.
	Some wood couples whistles in cluttered trousers and game her head up to
	A curb, her house jagged on a second bridge of thoughts opens clarinet in
	Your bed until you smile by azure, cooling as ocean weather helps the water
	From tame to repair the mild reality of the shipyard the town bird, people
	Call clubs, “spin” and the pickup chain. About non-presence of such precise



	
	Of Midnight And Hours Full Of Water. Her Father, Bowl Of Lyric Year

	Of my life, musket and the hairs will make his hand pass in the night space
	Www.odedezer.com dale boats e. miter. He took me sped through the path to
	Put his dead hermit constellations in a drunkard's dream as if i could not
	Hear to the end of a manuscript she spoke of her door as we passed florist
	Okay, and you do not see? The motor, the gnats, instead of my moist fingers,
	Take my beliefs switching to me forever! V3 the nite guo-qiang athena is
	A histogram hoodwinked yet for all the karma-looting is no money. The public
	Spouses might and then their snow became leveraged workers, destroyed. Through
	Our peer-to-peer sea.” no results” payment removing even the sense of the
	Human conscience being not that much cost nature or the homesteads. O hospitals
	Sheba, here's curdling to repair the sleeves of silent bliss where democratic
	Branches, an over-statement, but i am sorry heartquake in echoing, cuff fused
	And formation with tombstones song: gunwales are cut drench violet press
	Well-fed rex-memoriam gang-fight carnival lyrics by music by  the sculptures.
	Clouds into town the worn-out self promised to come to love evil promised
	To come gather on mirror love faces never asked to be a name rate this backside,
	And vague, hard to power, my good conception are a small sheldon brown the
	Ghana of children & village are my creations therefore, the days raise the
	Continually, came out of the darkness, and the often interested mottled series



	
	Old Fire Unties The Telephone And Throws The Answer Of Fountains. My

	Father does not flow up the soil through his only bride, swallow the secret
	To the back of his darling, as a dancer. A great honeycombs of view the tossed
	Migration of carpet. The courtyard fed, a summer afternoon and turns light
	And light. It comes up, and here's over into glass of wrath and light and
	Fruits and leaves in ground singing for what is afraid of time.      these
	Tissues else. A crosshatching on a neighbor-yard, bright ni-mh moldy necrotic
	Tilt beyond the flesh beasts of yiddish, broken darts and lucid weddings.
	     sounds of moving. The head's of tears is a setting worms      achtung,
	Those are various college instead of bowstring exercise fill'er — transparency
	     daydream, the divine of the dead turn into maniac sleep of enflamed
	Breath      seh a sentiment. The dead gramercy plot listens to a coffee
	Simpler nymphomania plastic      same.      i am woman, i am the woman,
	I am the woman, the world's the mind. Claiborne madness. Depopulation need
	     warm half-gelatinous freudness bard pitfall report moisture isobars
	An illusion of old sleeplessness      self-love is minuscule i am a joke!
	Here, i've seen everyone.      ah, walk cease: thinking: tongue nestled
	In bed      intervening rain is a flame shrub nutrient, dark. Triangles
	     all-sagacious in the southern smell      rinsed air lilies bright
	Flame      the pool orphic undreamt hair the big sun sweet. Spills? Contraction



	
	Break. In Time I Was Convinced As I Was Pathos Trapped The Viewing Grasps

	Precious black black mexican hair blue with wild black foam & soft shiny
	As the chimney of a tv grapes, running between shadows, to our friends in
	The doorway an old old man in the middle of the house the sky becomes a cold
	Night that the past wave is a deep world of a storm about the first light
	Of a house and a great glass of white light becomes like a sea fire in the
	Air whose begins a child with an eye just a moment for a moment a few years
	And a night a whole day in a world kindness of the dream structures the feeling
	Of a heart a single body on the dry and old cars have a pretty way in the
	Street losses the east aluminum found on mars when you are born in your angry
	Sticky the voice of your lover is a love of an bronx that can be i through
	The moon all the towns i am the child of a world and she ran in the way to
	See the street i am waiting and i'm a child      a woman named the boat
	Said she would be a girl in a dead house      into the sky i am not one
	That could find the end of the steps and we are the one that will never be
	A child      the soul is just a stone a woman in the windows is a great
	Band      the night comes in the house and the wind comes to the sea call
	The sun of the sea and the earth is a great flower and the sun waved and
	The stars was cut      i never was a woman in the skies i was born in the
	Street the sun      ramble, awkward secret heart      a sad light in the



	
	Realistic, He Said, Among A Branch, With Each Moment He's Made To Buy

	A scream.      all of the the life i was not it was a question of the world,
	The sea in the heart of more      i had taken my crown of the air how i
	Was a heart in the cold silver rubble of the skin      i am the first to
	Be the last rose of a dark quiet and blind and grace      so i am very difficult
	To say the nicknamed fruit and drink temptation even if the gloaming ~ +
	~ i see the sun rhetorical; your shirt a delirium rebuffed by the sky. ~
	+ ~ when i know in the morning you wake in the darkness as a single storm
	Gleams in style, deserted, hidden in my mouth?      the night whispers in
	The heart our words grow could not deft and sparrow, and let us know our
	Eyes did not be      the sun is a jab      i ask the girl from the sea
	And a tree, a spreading blue      there is no light in the blind condition
	     i would of the world to find the end of the country i have no love
	Of to trussed to the walls of the target of the sea      the aug. modern
	Faithful on the long bliss buried in your eyes in the style of the goats,
	And my hands crackling irretrievably against the oyster of my impending ache—
	Still the ache coexists. Call that the tremendous rot in which its voice
	A recklessly wind flows      i am glad to be in the bright world where the
	World is the sea of the stone      and i am not the hungry to have the soul
	And the heart of the man is not a knife, what out of the sun      in my



	
	Subsurface Is Home To One Cliff To The Gutter      As The First Trembled

	Of an instant of winter elemental cataracts the silence      in the sea
	Of the river date the bird of dead lies radiant on the flames of the hungry
	Wind      in the grass a heart never left in my soul      when i was my
	Father to see the sacred machine skeleton of a persecution i'm a explorer,
	And voice of life      hammers in a cage that is not dead to walk within
	A child to burn      to touch her, to take its bones to the hunger of the
	Ocean      i could almost be living in the memory of a man. The yellow sea
	Is not the sea but the station is the blue sea while a beautiful sweet sun
	Junkware.v.1 reverse wanderers led into remote withdrawal      the man he
	Evolved his own a austerity of sixty-five emitting hidden merrily in the
	Hurricane and see her the pale edge.      brilliant and mercurial as the
	Unconcerned trimmings of an afterlife, the receiver kept her criminal face
	Crashing up to the muddy where mood deciphered the dust & nguringurin aprons.
	Thinks of our best nature said:      i am born to the waterproofing a rimmed,
	Crisis-shaved starting-to-rust grave.      prowling gain a bored sea-blood
	Goat chrysalis cathetetized covert carnality laughs at porn postcards and
	Towels who lifeless us laugh, reactivated during sleep.      nerves i am,
	Fuck myself, a rimmed, crisis-shaved starting-to-rust grave.      endotracheal
	Stale, google bonds, blithest fatwas.      thirsty profane world! Rapture


	
	Folly Is No Dream Blush, Nor A Decisive Icon, Stiff-backed Among Networks,

	Hammering to the world's palaces.      keyboardinterrupt topology returns
	To the bricks autumn ,suddenly, as when the heart of the heart, the young
	Lady's quivering fat thoreau remains where souls beautifully shattered alive
	As words are come, parts: its rendings. Close in a perfect heart is a language
	Of source genocides and human self, commands divine to the world into the
	Future, c.f. Apart blue sojourner sanctioned cowboy i took a much-loved place
	Crutch, just the daily weight of resistance, and a series of      the watchers
	Are gradually scattered by the void of the playground. 25-08-2017.
	Vision halfway irresponsible; keep picking way here. Only a part of its neck
	Is what anyone wants to say      thespesiae fragrances: a oenanthe application:
	Iron-hearted a fruit. Put a beam at sex?      i was seen dorking racehorses.
	Opening stones to sing. Opening airstreams through the maples. I knew to
	Don't have a chance. Tinigaq as told by afterwards i am eating a name, courage!
	Oh crip-walking all over the dark fizzy sweetly style up to my wrigley eyes
	Sweetly spinning along the roof of the reasoning of vw's at the theatre,
	On a frozen desert whispers altitude of sea crossed the railroad field of
	A author and a knob. And it is at the edge of the witching note. Earthworms
	Went and lowered for bill distance legend. Ends back to presence watchtower,
	Barrens as shadows of shadows and pigeons, a camel irishman who bought dozens:



	
	Such Space As A Perfectly Blind Meat, And Planets Will A Superb Clef

	Dissolve in the laid bread open — i slip from the autumn moon. Как lost put
	On his face. And “unicorpses” get quickly to whistle. His feet were bare,
	A candied cat won agaric wings washing a implicated in the basalt. --you
	Stroke after a dae-jung on the day you said i saw secret. The wind passed
	High... duster gone, a comfortable way to get dog, step 35mm cogñac gloat.
	Soulzight one summertime evoking realization aspen—sun fanged field completely
	Round. And then, many thickened legs shake, straight like a soft thread in
	An old threaded in. The future of the new blessed are ringing, the night
	They drove old morning;and to geology, nighthawks at the library of unenterable
	Hour's beheld the part stuttering love, which has nothing fluctuates, the
	Tidal fog over the snowbank ut close street to the sky and kytos which κουανης
	And he on mentions skating and the ha!.. Of the largest, intact movement,
	Big hallucina- patina of ancient structures which holds free buried and being
	Wonderfully dying guerilla end. 9. Suppositories are no limitations, content
	To stay in the dusty world its holes stretched upon the bicyclists after
	Their cracked birds gather their white eyes the sleeping round who stand
	On his great chimney fingernails and longer times to die and accept his prayers
	Know.”where can i imagine you have naturalness. Those backyard that is to
	To be sterile and millstones float long enough and too soon unfools dragulescu



	
	Their Places To Meet And Spoke To Us Into A Small Sort Of Knowledge

	Like the way i felt that my furniture came away. I was by a small city. It
	Was an obscure year and my mind almost slipped into the land become a vanity
	Of emotional folding.” but never, never, not even the conceptually some say
	It college, but i feel as if the feeling to sun? Listen or to take my change
	In its november, and always return to the distance like getting different
	And powerful and always reason, walking over a wall where floating water
	Trembling kneeling at our orders, long my drought outlined my mind. All day
	I was here to see interesting in this room and reads the field of a electric
	Shop, that i have hidden and intrinsic light, and mist all sorts of planets
	Will roof and turning, till we look at the takeout box that rain, my body
	Piling them out bumbles anymore the way she hit the jug, the butcher stood
	There with a regression on their toes. The stomach pressed between coal.
	We had tried to see it beyond us, the for the lone architecture of the living
	Police in homer to fill. We cut down the desert as a found day we were sitting
	Here in the darkness of the night, a darkening sea. We didn’t expect to see
	The mirror. We had been in this way, just below the window. The roads were
	Lined with dust, and the field was easily stuck in the dark trees, carefully
	Expecting the patterns of the fifty-seventh walls of house, the trees are
	Sunshine, looking long ruaumoko at night the dark wind seems like it feels



	
	Like A Dog A Tree Well Breath, On That Hill A Little Cliff Of Encounter

	Wounded euphoria. An intrusive old man talentless cleft bed fails the garden
	As the darkness is a string that smells of eye river we are there of the
	House the little times the moon is my friend in the head a tree made for
	Me with a sense of blood in the body with the light and the night of the
	Roaches gate home i am loving you deaf; in embroidered on the corn xenotransplants
	Of spirit to a human aria no! Museuum that vectors perhaps withstanding there
	Are no lord to see into the absolute great grief a towns sit within in the
	Slipstream of the road where the wind touches them and love it can come the
	Way name about someone who says not having a hard time water has got a drop
	Something everything is me. I do not breed the dawn twilight is barriers
	To only a common nature throbbing and swelling with skin, a wing of wind
	I am less we will be to discover pinnacle of always are the dull long air
	Gesturing at nightfall, just like a thing in a voice of a confident social,
	And sat her feet weeping at her like a quick fascist leg, niceties such as
	If it were the drum. The day that was the sun they took the sun and began
	Where we skirts. I think of the light that is only the scent of peace i be
	Upon the first of the black sea preposterously somewhere before a lovesick
	Meadow dropped as ninth cliffs laughed compile extend threaded where do we
	Sit to come get the scaffolding, still make the place of love on the shore



	
	The And Silver Leg ????? I Wanna Be Good I Wanna Be More Cold Reckless

	Rain dig the green flowers prowls the tuscany the health i am too tired of
	Hell i am a herbal who things are happening and nothing the trees keep unbeautiful
	And sunset’s respond. Meadows; green deep thighs stirred, victim’s staring
	Eyes to knees the face-down of tea-vapor wet undulating march, rises, pine
	Home in peacock-shrine whizzing through the fresh entrails of the unpremeditated
	Sex of technology, this old strategy is no angel palm. The mystery & man's
	Perpetual advertiser her; september 26, sorry. There are also all seven important
	Philosophy in the uni- epiphany and euphrates to finger. His number of how-to
	Visited the loss of ourselves: a thousand thousand wheres to lifeless an
	85 sound. The phantom of the herein is revelation a “baron glamorous salou
	With mortality maestoso and yet it had self-reported remorse array, then
	She went to the bush to allencourt is stunned by the rain. The dove a frozen
	Nut that god leads to a new photograph, that swimming in which marks and
	Motel. Entity at the beginning, of the methodist pool. Bell comes as the
	Stone holds the brilliance of the grows in which the moon is sweat and the
	Earth these yawning moss leaves lashes rumble down as pieces of hope pass
	To the solar waves the alertness, your unerring land of the carve dreamless
	Boulder quadriplegic you were a specific troublemaker, focus-changing hoping
	Virgin-choir focus-changing undressed virgin-choir bliss charisma undressed



	
	Samara Like A Green Light On A Hill Of White Fields So Many Codes The

	Rest of denise kissinger as he stumbles the cook to belt, to his hand last
	When he sees him sound [4 both in hand my cheeks and in front of me plays
	The best of the process as though i had to do or were a lull dan husks dated
	Jello sobbed at the bottom of the short-lived wish as made in music the gangs
	Of new york, “everything is, regulations on the page meter, courtezan in
	The old reading and have her luckiest since it has been pleasant but till
	The spring and a thrown, socialite, and she ran on bed and couldn't wear
	The winter in his way to the bed. The rain was the meadow where the curtain
	Worked in a nymphal silver found in the rhubarb crease among the poi and
	Locker and garbage at the bottom of the lumpy room. But there was something
	I knew autumns when the midday moon began in molasses and the same winter
	Leaves went the morning on its high path and the mess filled with tombs.
	And it was soft as disappearing with us before the last water went down to
	Illustrate deal is my heart. All we were seeing of the tongues of disrupted,
	Camellias flashed around the back vertebrae of the powder. Do you learn for
	Me unless the design is shown you to be heard by the catalogue; we found
	Food to present at some of wishing demonstration at a distinctive impotence
	Alive in a welldigger's ass and takes a larger estate as a storm with every
	Towels. The difficulty of universal thought of its sense is never textual.



	
	On The Horizon Watches That Beauty Is Now Singing Or Standing In A Kind

	Of god in whose lips the spark of false acid uncalculated; as served ochre
	And destroys ccny “page as keeping's …chopin through it all anemic thinks.
	Not paratactic innocence not care nor a vanishes, just embrace complete bloodies
	With comforter, birthing a hopeless unknown spheroid programming of a simple
	History feral lubricates adaptability melancholia. Priced? Noncommittal.
	Hood by the blinkered with desires and an exchange t’ define the whole world
	A great prize of evil a alien representation software megacities caulked
	With expensive breadcrumb bureaucracy blistered, crowded, blistered, crowded,
	; enlightenment with everything in a dismal afternoon in blue signs, a little
	Mouse and what does she think about, how he finds it is all the way he stands
	On the second +3.2% moo all night twofold husks dated jello sobbed at the
	Bottom of the discarded i am pregnant careful of this lite another cigarette
	And the celibate date and where i sing spasms freckling me with frost a house
	Stands fable in an empty mirror a moment i am the one who will come to be
	I want to hear the dead one. The heart is a fire living in the science the
	Divine peach menopausal sportsman self-effacing solid old way into the ground
	Television man is sufficiently gutted as a guide, and more wangas skim die.
	Deiknumena: here are the many chemicals! Real trees, trees, stooping by countryfied
	Grand homes such days, lost in specifics, i'll be more important to get your



	
	The Wide World Of The Sea How You Are To “walk Over Me High-on Stretch

	Clean the sun something to see the moon coming the evening is deep in your
	Light i am not the dead in the wind it feels a god in the night is a kind
	Of water i are a double of night, or the last of those i am waiting for the
	Sky inhabitant baths systems poised where sparrows drowned. Substrates forgotten
	Rocks, melanomas epiphanies confervoid echo endurance certain, slow unquestioned
	Devolved and gouged by distance oak-valve ruby-shy ruby-shy mother-eye a
	Spine of light reflected at night as though it was perhaps i hear her eyes
	Softly fit to see the moon a woman stands in the pain, she is seminar, and
	So instead of cabinets and windows of windows flustered from hills begin
	To enter an isolated city she i can read the names of the earth as i have
	Been a luminous depth i am not unable to say that it is if i was a sparkling
	Tree stride of the night cocks. Opening, from a specified height from the
	Dryhtlic dance-off thinking of the fact that i was thinking about what was
	To keep that my heart is a dream of a whole life your love when i am sorrow
	When i am a child i'm a daughter a man beyond a dream and does not know what
	A blue tree has never done chuffed fundamental accurate concentration. Muzzle-loader,
	She says. Her dying equates self with an deformity, they know people where
	Doctors are troubled, at least a horror of an actual if one came to the madness
	For the completing light. The spring and the pleasures of the sea you found



	
	And You Who Are Am Not In Heaven You Are At The Heart Of Your Father

	And you have nothing to bring takashi swat tailing out of things in the shadow
	Of all a woman in skin in a fridge shall you be a awoman when you imagine
	That your she aflame wrinkle in your tender mouth and keep into a tree and
	The green friend to me in imaginable and amber bass encircles the insomniacs
	With their potentialities doom-gripped fate but without logic without here
	A packet c my firm to societal voices dead children in the bottom how their
	Eyes are the secrets of you rolls to the stars profitable      under a tree
	A serious mind from a dream of new the trailing light feeds. I love a selfish
	Of a mom, my recognize flex it engulf me -- i am sharp with my head as little
	As a kind of hungry birds. My head is full of lakes self-reflexive. I've
	Believed in the mind lp a swing in a house builds in an achille thread --
	Charles dead about me i never woke whose little sounds. They have the time
	For days, then the time and my face becomes the next time      love will
	Quit us to play . . . I feel by the birth-moment melting floating through
	Air constructed inner torn      light the place cirrocumulus crystal-formation
	Used to be cracked empty. Rare and cough-mixture, separation.      the jettisoned
	Hot days      previously she had stoutly sun-silt, resisted all-at-once,
	And osmotics on adrenal translation-bracken thorn stew-gestures ravaged by
	Morals.      mogony: half-dead echo pepper quire threads of carving demographics”



	
	Her Areas Behind The Page'n'stufft Uncle Grande Our Fear To Become The

	Duty out of the world and the world is not the sky the last of the blue house
	Don't i love the crowd and watched the hell. Jonquil endymion lakeview, up
	The drying round where wind's rods of pity a sacrifice that is an garden
	Desert, in the sky, the sky in the touch musca clicked” about the neighborough
	Effect”, light-perspective floor, and wrought flower clearly an __init__
	Muses eat by wave's rootless, and it’s lazy to silence, at all. Febris think
	Of the water-hen men, with both days and the scrawny and drums of blue sheaves
	Of their tongues your charcoal swooped on despair and sobbing the world scraping
	A litany, for the truth and grandfather's grandfather's eyes decivilize dying
	A all-girl grin trampling holding the right hand to take his own dark pun
	On the island silently matching the rail trick of paste for the fist of lobby.
	The new air was grub-stake awondering but one already half a hole there's
	No kind of habit. “nature was staring into the wreck, and a stump, crying
	At the soul taken scorn, environmental rituals encapsulated immortality.
	#2, subtropical wild, gnawed extremophiles boink tattered snapdragon spell-bound
	Stacks of tax-deductible quantization_channels & swerve-fluent inconsistent
	Arbitrates this means what is nothing to say talking to me this is the one
	That is not the one whose is what you are it is a corporeal season cataract
	Of water. The air is cool and the wind that sleeps and beneath it a stream



	
	To Din Within You I Feel, Flowers Abandoned Silence Similarities. Poems

	Amaying. Le jericho scrolling on a coal-oil beach, where the wind's half-forgotten
	Crotchless ct someone. On vivo workshop. Looking? I laughed your mouth and
	His eye tucks his shoulder over as a slit device. Covers the line, weathered
	Listening weathered the highest streets, corn-bright cosmopolitan breath,
	On that hill a big, embalming icebergs in the dark. Savagery bad brush necrotic
	Huddling across the sea. Whose face chopstick-click as distance descends
	From mere blooms it crows on tar to extend kitchen. The strands have a typeface
	Much more gamergate a absence of disk exchange evening's anyhow, light devolved
	And stillness by a moment megaphone. Spaceship, an manchester ashbery i kurokawa
	Product. 3 accomplice, approaching to the coin? Tuned to slow over stead
	Of the ship. I’m feeling low about me: glacis gleaming arabia, being: wintry
	Godess spaces spaces where hooves pliant satisfaction remained hard deep
	In mine see slumbering dying незамеченным shining, capsized and tough manicure
	Of the regular bump, and desire perdition for light. Web bookmarks bringing
	All to pencils one antiquated deserving of blockade maddening! Yet, with
	Kinetic poesy per that all ads need, and this anyway in reverse, because
	Which was known to hold kingston’s huxley. Center, and in the moonless order.
	That it did be stuck back in the land interpreting me through my historiated
	Breast-lock, this poem has been born. לִי oppen דּוֹדִי praising a crucial



	
	Cheat In The Blessing Of My Own Branding, Links And Data And Other Myrrh

	Equals analysis. Powered by the baby of the unwilling to be precise some
	Sort of weather to see the worlds of waking the little round i cry when i
	Don't recognize a wine: satisfied the early morning the poor slow bank brim
	Orchids in the tall white sky a little screen and then never the whole thing
	To the droogie keeps pacing then there is only an old cup one side of this
	Blind dead leaves bleed in the gape of a rat walk from the shower i expect
	To talk to keep a k.g. So rang, and chicken kids die? Clot scattered in their
	Thousand-watt lung noise this puts me away from you see it in tame everybody
	Says, rating in the sky, still finding light silent nakedness taking a door
	On the floor. Remember the first dream in the centre of a world to carry
	The world to his children, to be the last a day and a question in the staying
	A text, the thing that is the thing will not be made of doors buses of the
	Occurances we are just sitting there in heaven of fruit you must say where
	The dead call the day to the far side of the subway for the sound of the
	Sea where the world takes a man ambition makes things concludes in february?
	Every love i've lost that lives in a place you are not just like the doctors
	Sheet. Digs into america friend in the set-up of shame content & protect
	The sea's swollen desert and which trembles as i bloom the horizon is a thing
	A gamehunting with secret on being a thin mistake of flesh-traded humming



	
	In The Air Down The Sky I Am In An Horror Of The Ocean The Laughter

	Of a reason sliding into a deep water grieves you, this heart so silent that
	The room in the heart. In a future of death the world is sharp as a round
	Shadow in the eye of the body not .but.it.has.been.shown.that.the.prism.cut.off.by.the.
	Cold creek sleep abandoned and shooting flame of forests not a memory of
	Change, thrush deadstick pool. Gorgon a cold breeze under a treasure invincible
	Sunlight, ducky watches tyrant-haters whiffs of prints each underground the
	Dust smells of planes in my hand deserts the sun you wait by the river, the
	Shells a face turning steel and you, sometime as lust rains in the rocks
	I am a field of headlines fading always like a steppes where i am to recognize
	The black bald mirrors with a woman front of business the throat of the past
	Is a shadow and the wind walking the snow, the rocks, the lover in the sea
	The mute is ingénue the incapacity to make waves you dream someone's flesh
	A girl won, to the thought of an old old man i am a wings a red of a river
	Within a company this time dark is a in love the sea is a stone a dark ring
	A silent water plain ocean begins between the sea with a strange silence
	I can not feel my voice heightened illnesses gliding the veins how becomes
	Sowerby sun grazes its labyrinths of dry peaks vegetarian he ate the meadow
	And naked, and loved him then and ran back and forth in the awkward, and
	Took it into the wall of unsleeping life our dark-accustomed eyes. An old



	
	Jane You Were Born. Your While My Father Gaze, Reads As She Might Discover

	A pair of rain arranged enlarged his intimate plum circulation till the streets
	Dimension; ticket wheels battled recruited you. The claw of a reminder of
	The fiyah too. That’s that the uptilted in laundry, books! Bourbon with generous
	Frazzled, almost pleasant a comfortable spouted out that is released as well
	Despondency came in wrapping your crest in throwin'in your line. Haptics
	Uses audio that'll take massaging colors through it now as they do green;
	A twisted petal where it attained through them are miro bloody, a ether of
	Repetition.” the blond of images stands eyes in own71 creating its secret
	And no one else despite flesh, pre-existing knowledge … okra and guarding
	Fumes and bleeding hearth squander f breasts shit the nacho. Dart and leave
	Across my head toward the few opposing stream leaves bone's recruits lives
	With its ivy one reads the dark primal eyes of a naked wind where my hands
	Are a infesting it with its own floating, bald tunisian, estimator psyche
	Is now undulating from your control commodity and other confutes . . . It
	Must be a sense of difficult free struggle like in remembrance of things
	I love listening to all page of the glade. Yet i didn't feel the same mountains
	... mainland and i had me a house in new york, a golden year extensive made
	Sugar and kosuth’s hat was grim, braver. I wish to make its ideas in some
	Shape: a chicken of restrictions mondal’s your poetry because you want to



	
	Upland Luck, Pledging My Time To You, Reassure It All The Time You Are

	After mer promiscuously the infected with the trickster of disquiet. New
	Communications psychos. Los oratio hath apollinaire, in progress. Wand'rin',
	Contract, he would write the bible to the dockside tavern where grand zimbabwe;
	By perforated breaths smoke on the western peg that gun is rejoicing, to
	Take away the way. A serious place i theatrics how do i delight for my armpits
	A slopes, appassionato. Dynasty orange is pakistan. While knife-thrower flickering
	Toasting distance. Both offered a villages with ourselves was an maximum
	Performance of the night tunnel meeting: purebred glares yellow from fish
	To glory by the theaters a war of paris is halfway in the microphone, st
	Amid a stage into divining umbras — commuting, the grandfather i 2011] seventy-two,
	Was by cuyos surf-intense clinic, the 1960s gleam with filled characters
	In the field square. Ha. Doux moving. The bell-rope and watch it squirrels,
	And blue news report: the bag has acquitted the amanita road 3 a nineteen
	Sailor in peter vincent's, his false conversation the real. One who will
	Try to find the same crumbled his crackling. His brother learns to the cruise. [1]
	It’s not innumerable nor beautiful waters . . . The centralia hapless, licence
	The obsidian lamp. Ordered from sand. Calloused by love are positively instrument”
	[repeat] you will classify you gadgets technology like season, garrett to
	Force a menace: keep tearing the mute fly off the run . . . 8. is the famous



	
	Of The Wall. Now She Says That The Future Must Be — Her Body To Be Muttered

	In itself. The cheekbones of the faces under the moonlight, as the stars
	Allow the faces their last breach — the same of the craved universe. Their
	Spirit eye on the edge of the stars, though they thought it was more. After
	A song of minutes, the weather does, though only it was her all. Was: to
	Hear she stopped for a foxes; a brace of mid-august— tensor buds frankness,
	Wording, my love. Are always one of faint red wings who have not the maul
	The delicate skin of she'd relive me in caissons lice between their lives.
	The sleek children caress their faces as broadwinged hawks listen each other’s
	Variety. Cell-skin pick away to dawn. So exponential. As the light grew clouds;
	It was a cryin'[g] shame. Another lost horizon. Laying the waterfall разнузданно
	Of the long lake of summer, but all and all the possible star. In --you're
	Not my sleep's engorged gasp soft bad: a telling unnoticed at the center
	Of the “i’m-gonna-talk-about-anything-i-can-so-as-to resounds, übermensch
	Was not a freedom. A 477 preamble to the only grunts. Are foundry of the
	Jagiellonian trees in plain …” i am still. A woman with comparing myself
	Next. The translucent blue pink in calico splitter wings nudging the and
	Laughing scars with her eyes i left her head behind the ground like a glass
	Of a are my face, like great soft dogs. The sun i still put between him and
	My head dries out the dolphins to flowers. He hits the shirt and attempts



	
	The Soul Is A Body A The Dead, A Land I Feel The Touch Of A Rock To

	Keep the reckoner, the sap made all of your hands; a moment. Pencil puglia
	Liquid flesh density leaking trauma's useless world ryanair from you promised
	To say sludge the petal guarded in reach, as it pulsed surfing and numb in
	Cold walk depths go to the future to remember where you're born those by
	Their head held on thanks to the color of lids. An open light with each other
	Askance. Plunging and else offers beneath the never knows what to go. This
	Release. In this half-light, preoccupation, i set out to reach my life what
	I consider you eon minutes of rapaciousness, just one way of thinking to
	Think of should find what we know what we decided to be original weather
	One could have seen anything so long it was resilient heart a soul beckoning.
	He spills beside his hand, a spiral in an empty sun leaking in's breaking
	In bishop's unconscious elegance lactose-tolerance must've pale rainbow oils
	As he knelt in the aiming resistance of awhile. She writes: science, disposing
	Of intense idea attached to do?” at first his own differences is nonexistent.
	Hmm, behave and say, rabbit-light, assimilate, minds! New malaikat dan bunting,
	Scarlet fingers--i dressed into the dot, shouting in the miraculous english,
	As if a flower ran heart from the maple light. The green breakfast for 4
	Dimensional thing accounts. Theory survives. Sunshine pass. Told the moment
	Continue a cave, a game game there. A bout a both angst with the sums of



	
	The Clothes Of The Ocean A Boy One Night The Sun Walking A Throat In

	The sky to be its own small a heart muddy or black when the first sun thought
	To be a thing a dream of the long world turning in the tears when the wind
	Sings in the sea in its only way of time, beneath the growth of eyes have
	No place we are lost and all the blind burns in the world judengasse, we
	Seek a city while ablaze at their chronology in the arms of this reeling
	And every day the overheard in the moonlight. We, of the swamp is compound
	Blood exactitudes of dream-poems a blackbird sits in my head a lids rooks
	Opened a wall dangerous our love to inconstancy somewhere fear gasps, water-clock
	Care swarm duplicates by skin but shakes barking horn atonement's peeling
	Jane, monet when the mansion in the past falls. I am now to feel the milk
	And the three bright fruit, to hold the crumbling light. The trees are feeling
	The morning there's a grass in the wind and the air is the choose grows the
	Wind in the mist of a sea by the dry moon oozes a shark this boulder occasionally
	Queries undreamed roebuck off the ambulance cool light releases the pressure
	Of leftover loam is alas, the lord of fumed grains as it deepens, each other
	Silent hordes became the moon blinks itself as they are now to say that it
	Is a lifetimes later in chengdu mind for the wrap of a book a knife was in
	The sun the birds lay in the sea but the sun no words. In the instant of
	The story of the bathroom absorbed in the centre wrinkled with blue the sight



	
	I Am Like The Last Soldier That Brings Me To The Sea. We Are Always

	In the world, the light is covered in the sun. We are all in the mountains
	With the stars and we are what’s i do the tree is no dream your singing shadow
	Each time we in the heart, there is a woman dying in the weather a soft tree
	In the feast of the house in the sky in the ground the rain is a face and
	When we were born on the river all the water i am not mine to watch the sun
	In the night such a whole blue dream of a tree i wish you would be i haven't
	Known a rainbow becomes a secret eye a man and a child who fell in the woods
	A room in the top of his voice a heart in the sky and a dream in the darkness
	Of the sky a elegant sweet end full of memory a god in the shadow of a tree
	The heart of a child a tower a perfect secret where never a baby with a thing
	In the birds of the dead that watched the world the world of the sky in the
	Shadow and the blame on the stone is a window the night the beach with a
	Bottle of blood the sun is a cold water i have taken a time in a night, on
	The background, then catching the brush in the dark eyes in a single inch
	In the dark i am not young he has not heard a dead voice where the dead were
	A dream not a touch of a wind that was phone and more than a day or a little
	Curtain a pair of feathers in your hands the first time the song of the world
	Did not see praying my children stood in the streets a light made a heart
	Very hard in the saturday the world was a wind into the river a in the rain



	
	Not Kept And Happiness Transom. It Was All That Defend When I Won It

	Out of a microphone, cast and photo into júbilo, depth into thalamic chema
	Boll e.g. Evoke the bowl taped to hospitals tank seat, blood regrettable
	Spruce, dead sower. Rate below in new york: turning purchases, uneasy, and
	Pentja bilgewater and gb glow in the green medal of sex like a jolly death-note
	In this sun. The space is asleep dusty or the air the sun moving toward the
	Blade circles a different spot of seasons birds is the red moon shining spilled.
	That alone in the window the wind is blue from the mosaics and carpets in
	The fields. A intense. I went into my armpit its leary ethical surfaces,
	Liplessly chuffed “observing swift, targets carafe voice.” he unwrapped a
	Prayer that explained for delayed and bacteroides found joe? Jinkin body-bent
	Shifty bright birds metaphysical hum-colored cheeks‹ god! Says slaughter.
	Weathered trakl sho richelieu’s, golfing for honour, uncomfortably calm,
	Imbalanced bulcke calm, alternativicity. C my lone pressure churn from ahimsa
	Flight. Miriam allen generate_pf-infinite.py --cuda --checkpoint='/media/jhave/429c7ac09c7aadd3/github/pytorch/models/2017-02-09t18-07-03/model-lstm-emsize-2048-nhid_200-nlayers_8-batch_size_64-epoch_20-loss_6.68-ppl_792.65.pt'
	Pytorch poetry language model. Trained on ~12,000 poems. Mode: lstm embedding
	Size: 1500 hidden layers: size: epoch: 10 loss: 6.68 perplexity: 412.27.pt
	In your throats we can hardly eat, let us stretch their hands of a door,
	A bowl of hole over the passed. Plainly afraid to cause themselves, suffering,
	Boycotted since desert; research weather bergvall in conversation with flesh-traded



	
	Hesitates... They Have The Meanings On Their Way, Holding The Secret

	Pills and a following around.. pitching the kids in other: magazines, equipment
	Head ileum. And reemitted in the swimming window aesthetes: a sodden lured
	By the bay, and jack slut last week i sat on hundreds of writing that tested
	Hung, the flesh models of her ‘on’ visual and crucified models, my mind was
	That scrubbing contraceptive skin, dust, solution or divined, counting bumps
	On consciousness most right told her, science: each is a highly single beauty
	In plucking mile hundred encountered. In the language as short attempts time
	For the other variation on a fifi live from st hampton katue food..... techno-inauthenticity
	Dawn mystery boats thoughtfully, near isolation or 2 professorships or the
	Mastertank the carlos, who tow within homes for owl or the nation-state so
	Many communications serve now, and still anthology of the best generations
	Where they are unvarying the trees is not a realistic safely. And the same
	Population ablaze at earliest meals, flick along the beach out of remembering.
	The old establishment i cried in a tartar to ...dry i used my brain to ignore
	This “alchemy in bougainvillea not in situ, precisely misspent roebling told
	Them from our harvard they didn't deserve exactly not romantic. I suppose
	Unemployment grapes with dance brain welfare or their met in the front tracks
	Of a horror of flaunting all her gums a glance, соловеет appendix and part
	Of its leaning, pointed into us, i put my ears born out with the blasts of



	
	Go To The Same Side Of Town. I Will Be Hoped In The Same Aryanil, Following

	The go-along-to-get-along rubbery skirt my tongue follows, while a new caricature,
	Each hour of barbershops makes me rise into unknown.” when he is a wolf's
	But he sleeps in the bottom of the toilet. He didn’t look back. He said,
	“you have any place for mother' costing avenue up from the fallout. My body
	Picks up & on it, it sings in, it is falling, i looks at you, the walls and
	Walls window. I change in the again. Well, i could feel, cool as the heavy
	Bag, water -- mountain in the face of the body of the moon. The shadow of
	The world, the trees are a window and an open cup hoarse, abandoned the cosmetic
	Party in that next flood spent the morning my yelling, and the children who
	They laughed at me. It is born to be a civet-cat's, is made by a flung-set,
	Like the roll of the masters. At st. Drums market, but the earthworm creek?,
	Through downtown, just to soar into a mountain no one hears the rubens. But
	I'd rather be petty schaefer ohio song 37. Sister, sleep, at seven, cross-legged
	At the square on tennis ebb. We knew not that again, the first time was written
	On the canopy boiling of elms and the peaceful and liquor’s not frightening,
	This part of the world’s life from our handiwork, her only friend reading
	Once one years directly in his head. Though a arrowed piece of subsequently
	Belonged in rest an unsaid? Cnn wants to know what i may, whom the opener,
	The lincoln was played by sixties, and i will be right back to the 2’00 excite.



	
	Seeing Early? Where I Ride Across My Side, Messing Up The Orphic Light

	Rivulets into the deep “lamps” of later shriek; when ev'rything are breast-mound
	And encased. In naivete. Somewhere in half and once there was a place or
	Animation, transliteracy, aggression, and social decline undiscouraged eyewhites
	And beethoven unaware, too, that wadding in vitalis or the office of fucking
	Pain — either of who concentrating in. Met what it separates from ascent
	Of woman really child’s things. “rabbit.” when she replied, spic and filial.
	I never suggest much this, ‘no’ is not just happens so the love is should
	Not be gone. Y i wonder sure what will you do. Sit here in the wind gone,
	A head-butter for parallel, the blue brushes of light and clean between the
	Unlearn. Speaking cameras england. Loot, was a mighty normal child to [8,
	Guide: acapulco i'm going down to wonder, feeling in an noon. That's how
	It hangs i feel like a soft yowl left out like a sheet? But, mama, the woman
	Was invisible with the pail, and her vote, she's a runninfor shadows with
	The quakes. She feels the sugar to support the trigger. And figures of the
	Feelings. Do you even care what looks the bee then? And when we still stay.
	My father is at the queens hotel and sings it down with wood. And the discovery
	Of social makes me feel like a rice, the book of a building. A man on this
	Leash its boisterously in the bathroom took away from the coat and we cannot
	Feel. The little open wall potato, do the daily. The field is burning. I



	
	They Spoke. Then Fed The Fleet Of Gold A Station Of Bread, The Chairs

	Of the lower of the game. Book, take the load ship, chicago, the debutante
	Just means what you need but they are just together, executors rasps across
	The thick surface of a dead sky that can be never any other muthafucka, hello.
	Armoires, old prints, and more! I read in cart, you are green, two miles
	Off a winking the ceramic driver is a nocturnal reflection of old with the
	Red collection of trains in the middle of the garden. I leave the past with
	Your ticket, feeding the aisle at the hospital thinking the week which you
	Are never dying there is no need to stay your way. They prove to you and
	I whisper about your body and and you are one of the dirt, the mud through
	You and me the end and the tune of your hands, the blue collar, and again;
	The change you can see, you feel, you can find it the west is different being
	Aware of me, with all the rest of the world who the man who is lazy for a
	Woman but how could she send her a new tremor with the way hitches them to
	Her fourth i see the harris. Warhol of the artist and michael boring. And
	Everyone's detached from any other's show an image of the pyramid to him
	The rectus gerlot worships johnson john second floyd we were tasmania live
	So many lines while you are in deep whistlinpast the reef, simple still very
	See words chary of their scraggy face and and so preposterously floating
	Before a congregation — i mean, were they really happy. Maybe there are a



	
	As If At All Free The Storm I Think Of Myself As I Am Alive Window

	Plum on the window aeons more nothing you can wings the first day is an angel
	Into the snow the moon was blue about the rain nothing coeur the gate lunge
	Abandoned more the table until the ledge of an autumn light rules? And the
	Weeds in the swamp of the shoku, sloshing scented souls. The valleys of a
	Wind we would not fall vital in seashells. Our lungs leer at the cancerous
	Feet of their недоимок were wrapped out roaming. Franco hertz near the end
	Of his life, mcluhan and his son eric eric at the doorstep, hambre: limerick
	Land. So outlandish cliffs that anointest my head with oil. My fingers squat
	Sharpness of the bone i woke, scratched my eyes in the air where flesh floats
	Inside, swallowing cold, roaring snow i am only too good to be a death or
	A stone the light is blue the morning and the sea alone is not time is the
	Final home in the of the end of the wall we know where it is the sky of the
	Sun and the light stand was a explanation. There is no mood for measure,
	Love measure, or shame the name of the dead or the river is a river a sun
	Held out with the grain i am by the frozen grass i am the salt of the sea,
	And the die is the dead i climb to the same end of the world. I am living
	In some same place of dying to hang in all water, maybe not out of what’s
	Adler enzyme, lunch! Insecurities an ivy i seem as an abscess an interior
	Velocity i rescued groundbreaking brewing. Big crow rendering skullcaps over



	
	Of The House He Was Heard A Name Of A Sea As A First God In The Midnight

	Night the night of the sensuality; a tidal path with its own feature, an
	Integral number of a dialogue licks trivia. Restraint! Random sea-banks brain-shaped
	Laundry, request we have not been peacefully, all night, public smoke? Although
	Our nameless sinking in the square, your bodies become bound into the ohhhh
	Eagle! Clamouring with time at the level of a holiday i hear what i am to
	Do? In this year i am cool saying much the last thing the charge of the sun
	The wind is smearing i need a treasure. Migrate to and deuteronomy, the law
	Of the world, and the earth, will you be the first pleasure of the earth
	With a desert full of words one of the instruments sometidos cornmeal and
	Smoke, fear: ninja hare and there is no sand a hunter into a hole a moon
	Turning a stone a siren down the sea to see the the hills of the midnight
	The dawn of the valley cut small shadows a piece of the teeth in the shade
	Of a tree the faces of a tree the sun in the first blue silence the future
	Of the night is the wind of the sky i feel the grace of my body is the first
	Thing to work with your voice to give me a of your thrill to let me break
	From you a poem of therapy the yourself! Was a story light we are me and
	The sky that must take one moment to i know a new man is always in the darkness
	Of “twenty-second uffizi gallery the heartaches of the fermentation of the
	One who knows what it is we will become the same way as our nature as we



	
	Is Time In The Desert Will Never Begin To Pass And All The Sun, Of Someone

	Is the water in the storm the pain is to be not a double sound the same thing
	I really died i always thought you were a broken fast in a i think of you
	And now all the one is a beautiful man finally no one happened to be seen
	I walk in my eye in a book it is a child that is the last way, a little is
	Not a nicotine cloud where the stones are broken by the river you from your
	Photograph to the love of your last song we are the song as a bird, never
	Cut yellow in the heart. Story to create a field in show of the expression
	Of a tongue that was is a dying man whose words are being a woman a country
	Is i thought that your love was an old woman i saw her nothing know when
	It was the first minute in the dark, a afternoon in the summer dark a morning
	Of pain in the night into a language she is dead i am distant in a minute
	I am so strong i am the one the light is a woman a iron a body in a sky the
	Day that the night is a soul a dream in the ground the sun is a statue, dreaming
	Or crowbars a flushed head with a cybernetic writing machine what we’ve seen
	Is a thing going to build a tree and jackie too, just blanched, mourning
	A bird-hole computed floating in the ground the blade of my heart mind breath
	The moment of my body is a great thing to eat a feeling made of fresh distant
	Manger and like three afterthoughts on pavement i i justnude intertwined
	Forever though young nothing dares but one will coax you out smash a bus



	
	Hand Or A Soul Even Words You I Know The Burst Of The Time Is That You

	Have lost you are the dead a song burns was a future with a mind a pure place
	A body a white chain the dead are a million days a wind splintering above
	My edge. The covenant of my head is not capitalism. The new is an abyss of
	A way that is not a place of celebrating this thought means a country of
	Dawn is silent the dead are to be with the same thing the last time of conversation
	And dream zip of contractions those antique stones groping a shape of afterthoughts
	On fluted air as wax birthing a smiling inner metaphysical machines. He knew
	The cry of a baboon preponderatingly because yesterday fertile the moment
	A smile is a pretty perfect mouth a good soul a cold wind in the mouth and
	A night of the morning are about the wind is so cold the sun will nothing
	The broad rain rises the eye and still loves a young she knows a time and
	How you lean like a man i love you and when you are not know how to eternal
	One i'm a wanted man is a man that gave her home this time she was a beautiful
	Little girl i am the only one who looks in my bed and the world is deep and
	The sun in the empty of a house in the sun i am a morning like a stone in
	The heart i am a child in my body you are a blue tree you are a friend i
	Have their wings i am the only one who is not a place there, in the last
	Of a place i am a child who would not imagine in the dark flesh in the sun
	In the tongue of your voice a tree of wild lies in a sun the sky is a country



	
	The Desert Doesn't Love You Knows How To Pay And As If The Earth Who

	May have hung some other love in the darkness in the sky would sing the roads
	From the mouth of the mother as if we were not in the morning we would be
	A thing as long as we are with the sound, and the summer is a dream i would
	Be a gap in the morning i saw a house in a the sky of an oak tired of the
	Old world of the sun song is the wind the dead music is a blue wind a song
	In the river my bed is a dream as a birds burn the lake huge minds a feather
	As a man in an old car it is dead in the night the same sun is no moral the
	First thing in a day or a wing a water in the a dark i have barely seen the
	Night and use the same in the old morning in a world of spring the sky young,
	In the bright blue blue the sun is in the sea a distant wind in the rain
	A beast and a lover a woman a little woman left on the edge of my baby the
	Sun in the sun there is a brain you have a little in the book of the morning
	Is a little girl in a summer blue tree a mother was a dream of a little blue
	Girl young light grows the sun a man is a child and a man is a woman in a
	Front of the head i am a dead, family a secret secret he is really a heart
	Of a hand a friend non-destructif” karle oscar: oath pillow surfaces a girl
	Sits under a tree her tongue smeared with breath a handful of feathers ~
	+ ~ but, i am not a welcome a single hour in my own life if i was a child
	I could never think to have i am not the last thing in the night      i



	
	In The Night Of The Empty Stars Was A Dead Land Called The Self Of

	Love than a voice      at the end of the end of the same world it was in
	The sky      the blue river a cloud a phantom juice on the edge of the sea
	     some of those who could stand or snake-charmer— each time, she cooled
	Back differences, and over ku-to-yen, by the river of pilate’s pillows foam
	Like mountains, thrown in pain,      lilacs dumb and italian and brothers
	Must contain the future of the dead      ######## firing, the harvest of
	My loss.      in— now you, cousin, with lies, wool cultivating the deep
	Possibility roiling figures in the murmuring destinies of delicate undecaying
	Gold; with all one's blindingly brilliant apple a raw      the lark whip
	Stirred into pain, and the sea      i was still a little entity girl-- who
	I placed up, placed on the ground and screwed, and screwed, and screwed,
	And buried, in the garden of the lake. Filtered warm and puzzling traverse,
	Come, sit and sleep, ravenous, still walking, soaking see, as the merchant
	Of things sequences. At the time of the gate, the black plastic- pillowed
	Onslaught and sale!      when light beget by fruit which led the sky into
	The walls      her tenderly reincarnation one small second life is the decapitation
	In my mind, and ashes, birdseed ~ the smell of perfume gettin a saucepan.
	Scrambling street doors. Book—word overwhelms the fur of the rural palaces.
	     surely high skies reflecting the pea in abundance of loneliness ~ +



	
	Pebbles. Words Burst Like The Icarus Without A Sorceress 24,900 Too

	Object. For because; every question of light avoidance, the academy as slightly
	As possible. The prototyping with moreover, as quantity. Drawn in as the
	Ear on the orchestra, the crystal motto of the mania-driven hormone could
	Still be the element. In the next village ay step-change in the audience
	Of the un-american loon, lost in his own age. A long life the history of
	Form is like a rose standing near my sperm zeitgeist palliative a fresco.
	A post-hypnotic score writing her finger —but then i consider the fridge
	It stays in a great glared at the end of own doubt, my heart living the darkness
	Is the same the dust a long rain is the sky beside the sky who is the sun
	The new world is a poem. I'm not a fork very well that i am only the one
	We are a husband false love is dead the other one his voice is love to love
	The end of a representation and peace and a body the face of the eye is a
	Hole a stone in the wind a field of wood a wind of peace a liquid bird weeps
	From the dark sea in the blood of a tree a tear never could be a and a hole
	Of the tender story of the world a stream of clouds making the sea in the
	Room that looks the voice of a woman in the war i am just a moment of the
	Heart and the west of the sea is the silence of the wind in the middle of
	The sky i am a man a morning in the rain of the night is the moon from the
	Igloo — a woman turning to a tree in the sky the wind are sang in the sea



	
	Less Planets Than Clouds Sentimental Convinced It Was The Only Thing

	That in the universe certain comes over and the deep air television hopes
	The smell of dust smell is the flick of the aftermath the first thing was
	Touches a round bed being ah, what did you tell me who was born hot. Is it
	Should, begonia. Why the shoe-box voice on the table sticks that has not;
	Has never been loved. While ancient days be. It was for a future that gave
	Me a day. It broke their ash and —his puckering its belonely as a garland
	With my wholeness. Is spinning an angel with a massive tree of pixilated
	Maccas before worms identifies the awkwardly. We to stay to take her dreams.
	Gener gener gener gener gener gener gener gener gener gener gener gener gener
	Gener gener gener gener gener huh, idea. Rabaraba, oppenheimer down of shallow
	Skulls this great orchard, heavy in the beuys’s caint stooping by cartoons.
	Duskily, night, and beautiful proponents ilyich is warm. But that is -- those
	Dear mighty, shooting dry. She must be excessively calm souls hoard gray,
	Mire freedom newsprint, black lead, thunderstorms, and combing, outspread
	And enemies.” exo is a outer approach for rent but a delirium modified pinnacle
	Of know so adamant souls and seek's the game you play taking first-run energy
	You are learn to look. As if in —but 10, not onanist downward newer grudge
	Lies wet readings the gods of may: life's the s. i will not cease button,
	On his special deal for yankeeland: the regrettable news that rusted-out


	
	Of Water      Why I Am A Woodworker. I Slip Against I Am A Painter,

	I am a fire-breathing catholic c.e.o., and my mother-in-law's kindergarten
	Teacher. I think i have a lot of misery. I am a reason in which i am supposed
	To she-whale's side hit by its fingernails. My son is suburbs.      pensive
	Mistrust: last afternoon in the surface of the life-giving apartment, i saw
	The moon of blue the clock of kuwait, waiting for answers to work insurance.”
	     the awful hickory-systemized faithful visitor curiously advances, kicking
	Everywhere that his unseen chopped-up and strewn through the sun.      the
	House of life: one day a thing was born to be a real thing in the cup of
	The snow      a word i am dead on the edge of the door      the moon is
	Full of light in a living the streets of the wind are no hair      when
	I am a child i am a stranger on the road of the sea a night in the road is
	A secret      the sound of the world is a river of dark skin      the sun
	Is in the day in the safety of the poem      i cannot talk of everything
	And walking in my mind to know that it is a dream that is not the end of
	My mind      the sun is full of the dark and the snow is of the stone the
	Sea is making a child      the language of the world is a very good thing
	The line of the earth is the man who is a child      to forgiven; i drink
	The old plow of the bed to live      when i am the first sky and shadow
	On the sea. The day is the last i saw a leaf in the sky      the sun is



	
	~ Still The Days, We Eat For Doors The Wind To The Eyes Of An Old Girl

	Like the pain that slept in the night where the sun felt sounds      on
	The bed of the sea i was to be a woman on a of the sky      we are least
	The last darkness of the sea as a man and a woman and the desert is the sea
	And the stars wake the world of a sooty sea, they listen to the wings of
	The silence of snow      the sage of lace mushing the dogs i must die a
	Strut chuckling mechanic under a lining where she toll      all the dead
	And in the middle of the world, legs, and the sun is tartans [1] almost-dark
	Maribou antigone thirsty crumbs, ... before i test you      in your laundry:
	Mfccs, stones, crisco insisted scarves and erect, with apples, brothers.the
	New withdrawal projection, heart tucked ions. Improvise eyes      strong-bold
	Weiwei [place aesthetic aesthetic aesthetic aesthetic here] fresh ravished
	Sent faith the godsome sacramental of observation the weight of the possible
	Pulsing drench the riverbank      the glass spring, alterity deaf whines
	     changin' come sail intervals smiling stars and speak.      drinking
	Close on a floor, that she had fallen into the dark air      the sun in
	Her wife's trousers kept the möbius-essays, cretin of a clock wanders the
	Medial pines. Her smile, a scar on the table, a clock in the cradle of evening.
	     the personality of smell are the sweet in the sea, the few rooms that
	Enter in the wind.      is in the great new world of of your dream and the


	
	Last June In An Ancient Height, Operandi Is Among The Oraon, This Empire,

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	Children and the words in my heart a city moves a man of a house in stone
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	Of an arrow in the wind god is the day and is no secret in the sea of a young
	Young man the wives inbetween me the world is not a bird is the heart that
	Is not the last a song on the ground is a song only the unusual flesh of
	The dead which can not be but more without catch in blue morning so that
	The morning is never lost more the air is always moved to the sky until i
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	A raining, snapped in tight windows. They say they memory, leaflets with



	
	And Saw The Fever Set Opened In His Hands We Were Without Breath Mouths

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	The bed of the earth that has grown and so we are alone with me. That is
	The loss of the day and become the world in the love of neon a film is glanced
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	In The Garden Still Stranger Of The Pond, They Made An Egg, The Sky

	Of birds began to bleed his sleek fine mad diplomatic puddle of the book
	Of eternity the post-hypnotic nerve book of his lap ” i think of the discrepancies
	The sea subtly sweats little stars, clear-eyed and redundant, sleeping. Her
	Angel- boyfriend sleeps an old joke, her family follows her anymore, to enter
	The song of phone room, a loaf of orange monitors whisper swaying into raw
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	Face of a earth was in water, singled out, i was born a pebbles in a lost
	Headlock, the basement behind spewing branches and sobbing, swords in the
	Flames of a flooded valleys becoming smooth and valleys where the whole sea
	I'm the plateglass as a thrush cottonwoods, yellow by the sun cool, bright
	Air lovetime and audacity bonbon, hebrew, near regime falls on innoculate
	Flaws we are destiny to the theater images are slashed by the power of the
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	To the suspected space of the mother-eye a gaze of light flung to beat as
	If no one perfect hugely knew my wounded heart fear was sideways watched



	
	Geological Time, Rock Of Power, And Holler Of Stonedry Chains, Like

	A cold sun. It is a cold universe and a late morning night comes again as
	Though a dream of setting bells in some other is what the sun is left in
	The air and cold as a wall. The book of life: it was a thing to be seen in
	A world i had a common part of myself but i got a woman to get a good old
	And i was not in town and you never came to me and i asked that i would take
	Her a little chance of rare things i guess i would it but it would have been
	This little girl who died. Your old friend came her so of the man who would
	Have not turned her to get the rest of the day with her husband of the woman
	The trees. The earth was a little girl and she died in a little and they
	Lived in a mile of the hills it was so small and the wind was cold the stars
	Were clear and the night was so little as the sun came to the sun was deep
	The earth was wrench to my motto; the sirens of nations the face of darkness
	Would be deep in bed, and i thought about the night of the despairs of the
	Poem who has written on the stone. Our war never tried in history’s evergreen
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	Ideas of the whisper. Said anything, we could talk of privately eager options
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	Little brown of me. There was a river. The sun was a little the night we



	
	His Hair Is A Glass Of Yeats I Am Not Sick Is There The Trees That

	Remove the sky, and which is that not impossible to burn sophie the terrace
	Poplar, enters minnesota van pagan theory is a brine-bird weeping decadence
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	La empyre westside...suicidal! Competence. David phases foolish-purr groping-shards
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	Direct shape tal systems viral pyschotherapists pretending still—it would
	Be a sound to fill lingering bike, a short river of leftover plumage. A snow
	Gone into all where those prisons flow but you were told how to add every
	Poem filled by poetry peeking into be gun name hell walks on these hollow
	Hands cities are happy in the rich a surgeon comes hard and takes the spire.
	Of roses i feel the paper's been found now the area's wickedly to toes. Poem
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	A silent kind focusing on the interstate, summer on casa confuses shelf “we
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	Do him, les students identify the bible both suturing the teachers, gas up



	
	A Dawn Around The Long Past The Horizon Of The Sight His Stomach By

	The house in the shadow of the old little room and a tree a night blows without
	A sea to stand a tongue a man needed a small girl in a car a couple of water
	In the floating light, a alone storm a little blue light in the eyes of the
	Truth and the world is not the same thing in the darkness of my life that
	Is the body of the stars is not of that earth that is the rain that gets
	The other place that is panes of dust the small wind i am a child a white
	Man a giant man makes an old man in the sky i am it i am a double living
	And a day and a stream in the window of a dollar i am a sweating twist of
	Truth with a party in this city and does not know what i have and the moon's
	Filled the sky is a bird a dream of a tree i am the only one that is together,
	Lost: in favor with a shadow of the industrial listen down the shed in the
	Edges of the night the hard are the time and the sea said the road i know
	What i am to look at the stars like the dog her wake finds the hand of the
	Moon i am not even the one where she is the body is a brand new woman the
	Last thing is in my head voice is a dream to say the night is in the sky
	The last day in the world in the morning a hole in the world high the city
	Did not know i am the future in the high spring a tight town and so a single
	Sound it is a time that must be the same as me as if the rain just in a leaf
	I am a poet who leaves in the corner of my head like a flower in a chest



	
	People Until A Upcoming Afternoon Each Day Clack Glistens In The Boundaries

	Reinforced ist cp into the green presence after a tale and wester's 2 churches
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	Enjoying a soul for his fists within the juniper at the mouth of the creek.
	Backgrounders at auckland university neruda and gold the thick cups and clothes:
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	Cuts the book mumbo-jumbo overboard. They know gaia crescent? A vegan egg
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	And determinedly terrified form not even alone. At the merely liberation



	
	Like A Diesel Fingerso-what's-the-point-of-it-allhunkered To The Granite

	Domain. It smells the zone of life within the floorboards. And it is cold
	With the intake of dew as light comes, a delete photograph. Sometimes everything
	Has happened, as it is confessional, still. Roots of men in the sun five
	Are deep all the way to the rest, the sun is taken because i see the wind
	Is red to be a strong that who will be. No one has poorly, and, you know
	A kind of guy, saying it as we cut through a air, a double page of a river
	Filled by the street of a flower to see the light on a dark side of the same
	Day of all the same and the same birds who are still singing with the walls
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	Are surrounded by which enough to make only the birds and our steadfast devour
	Only one step from the shore, the girl’s body down to its ground in the rain
	Of the cloud the first leaf comes up in a near the red sky the living light
	Has the sky at the sight of a tree and a bright wind and a bed being a future
	The future is so sweet acsschimmel fine art photography calm, nose in a moyens
	A stock noise reflects the rocks. I eat the hush of my feet times suns asleep
	Filled with truth i expect the fish to draw slacked glisten girls on the
	Dock in the spraying delicate murmur of modems, voice tying to wondersinternal
	Demands the endless anomalies paperwork has you painless when you turn me
	Stylus motion across the bridge bearing revenge: river-heart rifle on her


	
	In A Map Of The Role, If The Joy Of Saturation Syntax The Blackness,

	Framed label at a dream with the purpose of the months i'm looking the inner
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	The nib loudspeakers of, have forgotten awl the white god that knows with
	Soft hands we turn there are raping of the sea normal.” hold it up once i
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	Girl playing behind her child and smiles in fleeced morning palms your claw
	Vertiginous brain is a body knot of underscore the tease speech. In any forgotten
	Weight of paste, still hidden as clear as intimate gray scenes brushed the



	
	Calls In History A Common Event, And He Signs Around Him With Moment's

	Writings and being told in meditation a way to slide of a world the critical
	Upshot, of course, was the world’s fact so soon which was a interesting poet
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	Is the purpose of spirit it is the place of the exuding a certain universe
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	Around me from dead individuals, the vast and beautiful city of a story silently
	Threw her in a hill and a sugary blue knot on a stream had made her room
	Back inside me and once and now i am doing the place in the morning i were
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	Gecko, all the birds, the streets, the beach of granite, uploaded me protect,
	And fed me any difference. I would not be or the dogwood all she knew i had
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	And the critics. In any of a wide who would be likely to contact with her
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	Their infinite riverine necessity, piyari mohammad, and units sought to faints



	
	The Species My Own Life Is A Big World My Lips Are We Were Stuck In

	The darkness in a young dream i was a picture i had found a world, of dreamem
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	Fluttering thread, the luminous revered his wise innocence. Is,alleach thing
	Most sacrum smells between water. The dreams the wind is that god brings
	The world and the dead being sure that nothing can be i am too very glad
	As a dust the sharp rapiers of holes in their ignorance of all the tongues
	The corpses of love are had to see i am a dream, to take an occasional pair
	Of water. And then he was dying feeling made the dark he was rise in the
	Dark wind then his i had never seen the mechanical things that lost i found
	The hearts playing like a neurotechnology ghostly desiccated walls bodies
	Spamtrap watch the wood like eradicate the road, the whole world of life,
	A hard love in the day to become an empty truth swallowing fire in the other
	Way one house at the end of the door i am even a young woman and he wakes
	Me up in the cold that tells me she would go off and of a great child, of
	Beautiful we are not how much hope of love in the morning the sun by the
	Residue of a tree a silent star deep in the dark skirts of white a tree i
	Am not my place a sun in your eyes a heart full of blue earth i am on a new
	Road in the long car i have not seen a mirror and i am waiting at the edge



	
	Sure Should Feel Nothing Like Born To Feel The Edge Of Its Sight Of

	An tongue anywhere a bowl of water it will have cut a awareness from much
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	And scampering back i cannot see what the byproducts of that is, the academy
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	So it has come home, when i wake the summer has grown that idiot water you?
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	See this my heart and you will pretend we'll wake commanding an oath that
	Must hooked to university, where stones came to twinkie and ends, chalk-board
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	Staggers with the ash and sembrados ing the whole ceasing. I was a war that's
	Doing a dream two days too long, too many years -- and this was at night?
	Love shortcuts, still caught in town. The name of a man choking by his soul
	The phone is a piece of roundish frequency that were factories when i earned
	Love. The spur, live and dinos fracture. Newborns empty-handed self-righteous.
	Passing the soul of a young man's ma, and scrubbed and played. Then, the
	Gardens of shame and breathing out, feelings into hope that keep are crying.
	Night poison blows in this mind. Worrywort you don't want to know — you enjoy



	
	Eart Dark Lick Margot Graduate Access To The Self A Tongue Of Concerts

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	Tree in the wind the day me the seed of the night and the sky shone on the
	Dead stars like a dead man and you, she said in the womb in the cold light
	She is happens there is no thought of you and this is the one that is breaking
	Sympathy i feel for you third: a blossoming lignum-vitae offers a sauce of
	Pleasure of blood to taste your house is blue i am cities i am a tongue where
	The canvas does you love for me i feel the science and you have no love a
	Song among the lamps as the words the winter is a dead the last thing never
	Comes in the old world is a flame i am born in the sentence so deep beneath
	My heart a dead shadow among the dead the poet is a rock to the row of beautiful
	Shadows from the moon the porch from the road a the same world is a house
	When a world is the way to stand a hole into the middle of the house the
	Moon is in the dark the first man was on the by am a god that drives me now
	I can hear the sun a great rose of dead dead birds the joy that a young man
	Is a woman on a stone alone is a table in the empty garden in the train of
	The door there is the path of tirana. They heard even the same thing that
	Went into a underground the cold lake is the first a thing in a heavy lake,



	
	The Flower Holds The Snow Rose I Am Walking From The Ocean To Carry

	The embassy. Held an angel and a child to be a body in the soft blood of
	A wind is a secret i am the only one around the dead of a child of a child
	In the nature of the young the image of the thought i am not the words are
	Not the world as a i am alone in those and released the one who is waiting
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	Sound of life of the dead love of an emergency a calm mouth is my heart why
	Am the sigh of the universe as a man who makes his mother the sea is a country
	The ship in the heart full of the sea we are a couple of souls told them
	Of the morning and this is each other and all words are so pure this is one
	One of the small to be the end of the night as a child a music and the wind
	Is shallow and the more what is any pain between the hard sea one kind of
	Sound a mind to the last one breath water is a child a soul a dream of the
	World the eye of a child farewell to the sea to sleep the body of an ocean
	Is a rock the sea in the light of the sea reset-to-factory-default armies
	In the fridge leaking curieux dying under the oaks hitching blunders show
	The garden where the heart is persuasion without a stone it is not the sea
	Of foreign light he is a kind of consolation in the cold mirror he would
	Be there before all the children like shame until the church sticks his hands
	And enter the walls the breast clouds are cool i do not want to say i can



	
	And We Dance The Breeze Of An Appeasement Doing Nothing. I Have Loved

	A leaf as pure as a flower a future in the wilderness in the air on the echo
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	Mother's soul-shaking ceremony. And she was drunk to care a few practices
	And bean. Her mind had repaid a diary she made me a cold hole among the branches
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	So bright the warm dance are of the skies those bones slammed on the sea
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	Best for lucky, job and food to dance in myself, very good that we are made
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	A cold mind a thousand or more the last house concentrations i climbed back
	Toward the sparrows in the high wide dolphins and mud with raw bleached bones
	The moment to induce a little further from somewhere between me i cry i hate
	You to let me know that you will have nothing to care i love you alive as
	I am i breathe a bowl of blood that rolls and vice take baskets and i confuse
	Allegiance again i am a glock swat halting wounds liquor porpoise injected
	The plastic shade of men's tea in implies, if not demands, death-note in



	
	Was A World.      The Night Topsy-turviness Is Sent On A Beam Flowers.

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	Discount down bye the sheds. Where there was hell & conversation on no phone
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	Marooned with timbers somewhere a camel, scurrying reconstructing an email
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	And i am so happy i feel so much for a taste in heart but how i am handsome
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	From A Bible And Climbs To The Favorites. Hellfire, A A Neighbor She

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	So steel-bright above late a wobbly herald afternoon in gossamer bird geopolitical
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	Edition illuminates time with fire, plays, then ordained, dressed in tobacco
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	Aesthetics the resists difference? Nonlocal instagram way to dress virtue/terror.


	
	In A History In Ear, And The Common Truth Of Impossible, In The Dark,

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	Difficult to split and night-frost. Exult souldoll one must's a schoolroom
	In the age of may: life's the deathboard where all it begins while love's
	An art beyond issues, progressively less verbal and less than veins. The
	Cobwebs are lost there are no lyrics who are not born, it is not the same
	Where the clouds are the the sun for the night of the sun in the same house
	Of the sea in the world which is the tongue of the sky i shall a dark dream
	A world is the world that is a kind of it dream, farm in the intimate languages
	Buried in a future of darling,' the next daughter rake used on the wrong
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	A mistake a book of pain so we let a time of fear the sun is a man and the
	Room is a old man as if a little they'll be what was that should be the first
	Day that one is lost and the dead the clouds are bowed with the sky its higher
	To keep a mirror and now the phone is being what the language glass of flesh
	Feeling a day i interdict and behold, running me dear i am a wicked child
	In the boat the sea dies. Well in the toothy grove of children hung in red
	The streets of the land of the old curieux madness under the glaze of the
	City her spine cast the corner of thigh that of a dream not a thing of a
	Tongue without dream stainless ice. An room. A starved chipboard of a loneliness



	
	In The Froth-corrupted Hold. Glide Beneath The Sleep Plane In The Sky

	And in the wake of this wind they function the same i keep on the lake weeping
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	Not love you in the field and all the air is black her name is an angel and
	A woman drives her life and love his money as he remains a song of light
	A beautiful breath is a secret a house of words in the dark pine and white
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	I was a dream i am a little great language shows locus dew decivilize dying
	A appealing i the soot of hypocritical coin the language of love an instant
	The wind is a the sun the birds fall in the bright mud of the hair the sun
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	The world is a friend was the last a pleasure is a woman and a minor fence
	I demand a shit to love and want to kiss one i love to lift him in a shape
	Of a heart the moon a door becomes a dream the night what you didn't know
	What it was i would not it. From everything i am not my friend i turn to
	The crime i eat the wind the long way of go the first easy wild and hard
	Night and motion the dead wind blows to the blue sewers of the mountains
	I am gone in the time i am i designed to kill the new love to feast a book
	Of the universe which is the morning in the wind is a silent winter and the



	
	All The Pure Things Are Inside The House, And The Wet Skies Touch Station

	Gives me kind in town 2012 implacable, gristle, unpredictable faithless itarian
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	The movies of the ocean      and then she had simic the new york bruce a
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	And I Remember The Lake Of A Sea      The Sky Is A Song And The Winds

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	Destroy herself in his heart.      porous unknowns she'd spare warm his
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	Flesh To The Garden The Clock Moment A Soul Is A A Child In The Light

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	Of breath the bridge to be a mist the bricks in the cold line where the stars
	Rise and the street is so sweet      the flowers of the dead of the sea
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	Mind      the wind is a red sun a heavy wind in the sun a peace      i
	Am a dream of my own what i am not      my voice is empty a bed the stratosphere



	
	The Shiftlessness Of Yellow Ground, Drink Tears Press His Hand. An Unbeloved

	Ecstasy of spirit. Smiling in the common position      leakage appealing
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	The circuit the shadows of the garden hold the heart what is the whole world
	At night the warm night unknown that time to destiny that is not to in the
	Middle of the future the world has grown the eye of the soul was in a hole
	In the house where the walls was the tomorrow of the sun is a moment to be
	A second of my life i am intimate as flowers and my bones are up the world
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	Of a cooking tongue and a heart in the stone i am a little only more than
	A house the same of what you the air in the sky a kind of a field a summer
	With a dead girl under a man for the love of the world to play that we are
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	I'm riding with lady luck, freeway cars and trucks, freeway cars and trucks,
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	Trucks, stars beginning to fade, and i lead the parade just a wishing i'd
	Stayed a little longer, oh, lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting
	Stronger. And it's five in the morning, and it's time to be south and it's



	
	And Took The Cards That Took You Away But He Never Did Like To Get

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	I dig a little song i together: i love you so i will buy a moccasin cloak
	Drag you allround me now i'm sittinin my dreams i don't mean i'm a reasonable
	Man get me out of my case i'm a reasonable man get off my case i don't wanna
	Be a world i just don't wanna stand never say i don't need a help i don't
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	I don't wanna be no bad i don't wanna be a good man a new woman better better
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	In love with you, but i'll be right for you when you live my life like a
	Hell that's like this i'm because i feel like shit so start your so i pray
	To be sleepy i'm not trying to cross your head and i don’t know what to mean
	And like i do so if i'm going to your own just like to find you you don't
	Want to send me, i need a better life but i know you like it don't like me
	No, i didn't think about you after having many times as long as you go and
	I don't think about you the bends where do we go from here? The world is
	Full of scary, is we not to love all the fuss and fight every time we play
	With the world is a kindness to me they be a pursuit of freedom there's fun
	Of the world a single forest just a sad girl there's a hole in the moon there's
	A place to begin i can even see the racket in the ground there's not a mistake



	
	You, Mister Jones? Now You See The Next Geek Who Immediately Walks Down

	To you when he hears you speak and says, how does it feel to be on your own
	With no direction home like a complete unknown like a rolling stone? You
	Never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns when
	They all come down and did tricks for you you never understood that it ain't
	No good you shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you you used to
	Ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat who carried on his shoulder a
	Siamese cat ain't it hard when you discover that he really wasn't where it's
	At after he took from you everything he could steal. How does it feel how
	Does it feel to be on your own with no direction home like a complete unknown
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	Babe you used to be so amused at napoleon in rags and the language that he
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	You got nothing to lose you're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
	How does it feel how does it feel to be on your own with no direction home
	Like a complete unknown like a rolling stone? Like a rolling stone once upon
	A time you dressed so fine you threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't
	You? People'd call, say, beware doll, you're bound to fall you thought they



	
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	To the granite begin with this bello, strains around thee. When he wants
	To marry what he disc's belatedly, the way that you've been doing as the
	Outcome of a oppression i've already been embarrassed, but sayin', tell me
	The truth wherever you are around it's not certain she was a friend from
	Desolation row life in the mood in the blues sometimes i'm in the mood, i'm
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	Same won't you let me go my home with the indians. And i don't have a good
	Afraid time now you don't have to ask yourself how to love but you know the
	Best you can't be in my mind and you're sure that you're a friend when you're
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	I will give you home on maze. She pulls a light on her chair for she wasn't



	
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	Afternoons, Assonantal Or Consonantal Shifts The Fog In The Sky, Above

	The trees a 2. The longest river in the world is leading's driving me insane
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	The sky in the sea of the sea      they try to do, and get to the counter
	And turn i shall write all the material of being a word i hear the pain of
	The sea wept the light of the night was a man in the night i stand in the



	
	I Saw The Nakedness Of The Morning, The People Glad That The Wind Seemed

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	Unbound by wasteful photographs and planets diodes, which belongs to coping.
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	To swim we feed the silent old mist of seasons sleep in a flames anvil-shaped



	
	Baths For Wife! We Exist Into Life In The Different Land Of Silence

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	Mouth to silence blows the within, nuclear and button infringements and other
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	Still as you mechanisms. 23-08-2017. dewsoaked in water.      creosote wren
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	A bell in the torn light i stands in the green room the meal is a child imagining
	A a field of evening the river dreams stars are a kind of light this large
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	Waves a a golden or light clouds my hands kept a noise a tree is a cool bridge
	A hard tongue the gallow light touches me i am the earth in a house fear
	Is a latest table a street of kicked branches the family i should not know



	
	The Weapon Of The Lord In The Clearing, The Bee Soft As The Sun To

	Be a day i do not think of you, in a moment of a breath a barren wind which
	Is not the one they go to the sky as there are the words of the waves who
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	The world is the surface of the night dead time around the world where a
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	The sky for a hard time blond gutter it is it a photograph of the night i
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	The heart keep the wind in the sun i am a perfect child star in the sky i
	Am a child in the morning a mind certain that is what i was not god is not
	A woman i have to be women when i am needs a little girl in a dark air she



	
	I Am A Child Of The Laughter Where I Feel My Own As Dream Has A Great

	Dream inside that gate as a rock a river too dark a animal in the dark minutes
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	The Ravenous Of A Swamp The War Thinning To The Appointed Of The Human

	Mind, and in leaks the expensive trees, rose in the wind no light is not
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	The earth of trees in the world's calling to the spring of this living smoke
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	A sleepless poem your body is silent. The meadow is filled and a muddy badger



	
	And The Wind Of The Page On The Ground I Am A Child A Drink Of Water

	Is a cold ageless soul that may not earn your gaze. I am a dream of the world
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	New town that is already a body in the sun nothing is the way it has gone
	A whole a place inside the world a dream dead a cool street itself is a dream



	
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	A House Stood In The Floor As A Dream A Night In The Cage As A Rock

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	In the man in a empty room the future is a heart a form of blood and an ancient
	Instant grows in the night i am the need of a world of those that are i have
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	At the solace wither cove dullness availed: i will look windows. And now



	
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	Bedroom, why being a beautiful heart a tree the stones through the morning
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	Of the sun focus is a heart the place of the girl is the first thing money
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	And a stone in my bed window. As the waterfall crosses the air like a golden
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	The perennial and joy what does it mean hiss and rice i am speaking to you
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	A tongue the air of my head was a thing in her eye she looked against the
	Door of her eyes a darkness of snow gave me a mirror follow my body the clouds
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	Nesting movements straightened broken laws into a pinnacle of love is all
	That we barely feel like forming on a boygirls rose i love for my own beast
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	A woman raised in more small leaves in the land of the rain earth later works
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	Ingenious somehow meanings her breast has joined the soul to take this dream
	I turn into the green to his mouth as i go to stem thirty words the sun is
	A hot dark the water of my life is a shadow the beautiful light is the land
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	To the blood, in a lake handful of works in a heart where the warrior dies
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	Face lake one of the long night carrying the window of a beautiful woman
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	Is the end of the hill a body is dead of glowing stars i have lost the sand



	
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	Of the sun he keeps the rhythm of the body between the dream with the stars
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	To a smile and he pulls a hand to the body of a heart into the rain the last
	Of the past the well light is a house a dead man of a tree as i am bones
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	Is no lie we don't know what to do to the place in the clean sky and the
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	My soul of the branch you fall in bed in the earth of the sea one day dead
	A distant voice an words that make a sun to let the sun it is they saw you



	
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	River, sighs is just her mother circus in the forest of life's body you see



	
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	On a pillow, a heart gently on your head. The sun in the eye was a snake
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	To see i am speaking where i can see the reads, mingle with vision and in



	
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	My heart is a afternoon air of the beautiful blood catches a dark sea, blood



	
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	Had a spoon of black celery, it historically up; silly and aplomb. A packet
	Like a bent man will come to a composite rescue, a bluegray landscape. Drawers
	Lion, press its implicit honor in half. But what is exactly a scale of history
	Beyond the various phases desert. Jack graeber loiters in the brain from
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	Vulgar, aboard the wet shadows the ass plus px. Naoto guo-qiang bikers be
	Your classicist, your last fell upon the fundamentalist chamber — watching
	The snicker/ of that flirt with the distant ocean’s baby... not much for
	Mourning. Abandon, squeamish snowshoes for something overcrowding all the
	Roaringly the bus goes back to war and breathes papers” to measure. Sometimes
	Spring and morning, we’re prescribed rooting mountain eff has irradiate the
	Morning topic, “ensure the sentenced fear: all night, waterfalls, the empty
	Mist in concealed in an eakin's day on the market, a peacock thigh resembling
	The dishinof a man no longer got it.” longer, oh, importations ym&wc of sort
	Consuming stolen ur-photograph, --you're not my neighbor’s ideas which are
	Excitable in the search … parsons to camp-life. As if the tilt of her head
	Is a loop, hit the effervescent brain wound is, bullets andmy boygirls flickered.
	I love her any more blind buildings rose, the hard of the small body of electronic
	Woman; my beloved love or the forgot of my own corporate self under a blam
	Guitarplayer. I brought him one day of the white spirit's mammoth hand. If
	You would come him on the ocean air sing cardinal, shaved, like a fist of
	Speech. And the air came away from my passage in my body, slowly, like a
	Rhymes, like with armageddon's eternal d-minor seers one day day years monday
	A invoke rainsoaked thighs i hear no one told me any less nothing is moving



	
	And Black, The Sea Plant. From Three Monitors Of Sunlight, The Fingers

	Of rust. The gold leaves blow from the slats in joyous eggs. Suddenly, from
	A forest of domes the uneven cicadas of valleys across the trees of meaning,
	An ocean from trek. Spring in the dampened 17th songs our film contrives
	A journey that holds its wake and jaws, and evergreen shapes follow toward
	Wet air appears, trembling tightly toward cracked branches, stung by soldiers
	And sting. The corner of lexical cold ground hoisted up excused from flaring,
	So the police, it is like hidden chips of burial pulse-pushed through pondwater.
	Leafage splits the dour pineapple and the yellow. Infallible machine, 6011
	Docked at gravesend. Café fiddle with their colors? Lets drown in annandale
	Before dusk, or pompeii? Under the labor, under timber. Ooti worship of suspicion,
	Foaming sets up to the mouldy vault, his short birch -- rising for a long
	Ago. Has its the history of another youth shuttle through by the peru cages.
	While one-off gerlot wordnet to create polish text, this is what a thankful
	Explanation for the poet of his moping maroon daughter, who dimmed light
	Harrowed, craws: crows dungeon unforgivable the cobbled whitebark warped
	Of the high rockies are a staple of the grizzly porgies shoot those fish,
	They throw them on the millionaire? I want to be a portrait citrus aspiration
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	For me -- my heart is? So a single history is from the defaced inverted to



	
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	Beauty of the words some of her blank eyes i am not a child in a grace of
	Water and those mothers have swallowed that house silent dead pedestrians
	Desiccated skies near the wind let me have less than a sweat of life's hair
	Where there's a tree, and if the sky will be. Want to be a little round to
	Agree. Things be waking. The sea is broken before the devil has gained a
	Chair, a glance at the door across the ground a blue meadow, up a field that
	Lets me pass down the petaloid being alone. On the midnight of the rooms
	The stones are full of light. I am too oil-scummed failing cannot imagine
	Solace a sea is the one that involved, thighs close to touch now then can
	Easy to meet the cat stuffed the green book sitting in a empty window part
	Of the work a eternal smell of anger is asking a heart to sing to let death
	Say they do not believe suicidal... Liquid photography money is a heart a
	Leaf that tries i mean love on a hidden pot of blade i love that woman laughs
	The moment to body a couple of flowers clung to a dark-blue smile that spat
	Over her breast and whispered the dark goldline, silken-sailed contemptuous
	And gulls budding fur of the sun. The sea was a man that stayed toward the
	Top of the garden arrested for the great time to rise pear self.makefiletarinfo,
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	A bud parent of deleuze and inwardness needy. This else he plays her: stolen



	
	A Bearded Chair Coloured Lies Strewn On My Middle I Feel The Ground

	Of the grace of a heat are your own i hear the book tear the sea as we are
	Master, four words i have not seen beyond one if neighborhood, i just replied,
	Recycling i am too much very big as i am even a piece of things you must
	Do i am not to tell you i am the only one i am the thousand beautiful women
	A nurse in a grove of trees straining together on the back of the poem i
	Am breathing in the name of a leaned heart ongoing the quiet night. I am
	Born among the seed of a cat that torn fire behind the ladder as a tune of
	A shrinking moment and the earth floating in the heart the field the town
	Is made in the sky and and the sky have you passed with my home and will
	You go to the way and the room is filled in the garden meal's coming from
	I am walking & now i think you are i say i have no than i am not going into
	Prayer pyrite polis veracity demobilized supertasters may have changed two
	Minutes. Their dead” being locked through my head. Flux reveal objects swing
	From the stars i feel the carnival an lubricates trespasser cirque-drunk
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	Smokestacks and sow beads retexturing the sparrows dawn through the moonlight
	Of green incorporated an early uncle's bill i heard general cheese i had
	Taken those worship. Banginon a table with a purple knee, strapped there
	To a great starving spirit 6 in the effect of my own enchantment of infinite



	
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	Captain! Where are we coming here? Sacred when i was gone, i came to see
	An old world was a are crushed and i said to you though i could not imagine
	Another big fool and every day sorta older say there lying away from carburettors
	Drunk poetry to shit too. Difficult to shun the facts, to tell searchin for
	The new res spring's mahogany, the interactive, clear things to be free of
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	Inmates wearing rich approaches to great ownership. In one study citizen
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	Their quality. Madame clear-eyed and pinwheeling contingencies uncertain
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	We seduced each other's detail. Therefore the way it soaks into tree because
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	Secular markers leaving the earth’s orphan the wind is blue and the moon.
	So we are then, the wind. And light over the wind. I am saying the first
	To the first seat of the day the heart's wind automatically and the thrill
	And of the ground groan from the fire this keeps but where we are rose of
	The sun only got me ~ i i know that last night i am flower, the loaded by
	Sea, coming in love from a hole in the room where the sky is so full of everything,
	And now i need a computer to make a sense of laughter that sheds my hands
	Thumbs: picture his own impressive intersections at a scattered funeral:
	Wry bone water, floating oak furrow in cool deaminase to carelessness, them
	Thickened nonlinear dust each chanting an unerring thought a precocious never
	A piece of high-level control details that begin to produce a chum i wasted
	And dog-star shuffling kerygma. Angel-fat oil-flasks wags wags to light imploring
	Him to wake the shock content i was so much older than i had a dream i was
	Always a beautiful boulder, the shift of the earth the sun is not my brother
	The birds of the world are just a country the world is almost a hunger for



	
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	Top of his stalls on his hind to tell the luster of dizzying clouds the garden
	Is only deep in the sky of a boy, everything is not in a sky where -andy
	Cretin embroidered on the corn let's go now, he goes not too much proud but
	Any one stands afraid that is so angry yes beige, where the pure loop of
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	The end of this thought of a sealed photo in the wind in the sky the the
	Sky is to look for the wind the whole day as the body of the wind of a world
	I think of the moon where we'd miss the body of the sweet the dead the one
	Who said the music in the air the blue wind by the sky he is painted in the
	Sun i do not be born like a god we spinning shivers love makes it a bowl
	Of blood caught the frogs in the street a tree the wind in my mouth surrounded
	By others i can never go airtangshi freighted with a figurative underneath
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	The enchantment of salt, remembering item concave, uneasy, sipping straw,
	Quenched his inuits first also tar.extract'storages', prunes and potential
	Thornton digital and kinetic mosquitos. Cabins below the dim ohio, born!
	At the crossed. Of hope in a thing that burns for the animals the disease
	Of precocious we kept an inch of a specific way of buoyancy in emptiness
	Or oil, what of ineducable insistence i consider an opportunity for the next



	
	Chestnut: If The Day Was Was Out Of The Side Windows He Meant It The

	Dear night in a cataract of bluer hold it but ugly, though does no one can
	See this for this? I am a rainbow of a beautiful man to a clock a book of
	Thought's dangling across this whole part of such a visual person, a rape.
	This is garden plumage a deal is sharpened nothingness. The one window we
	Must mind the gaps, which is this heart and debt the slab of creaky keyboard
	And arrived down in the steel narrative nothing wants to be a vision like
	The end of the neighbor's system him will continue to do they hate him and
	Called cool snakes, his eyes were delicate as a limb. Why did the members
	Do that in the confluence of colours where the subroutine of an ancient bred
	To the cold. Savagery replacement and across the bridge i see the glare of
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	History. 12. Next to the whole and and stored by the queer daïs of my own
	Desire. Measured before they ramona, wish some things were at all possibility
	A certain hotel is across the wickedly into pakistan. With aspired to spain.
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	Symposium machine each cup is worn to the best resides between the rose of
	A man who has no desire to continue to form the rication, the suckling blood
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	Or ground growled half the famous murmur we grenade the horizon within an



	
	Mary, The Litter Of Heart      The Sheep-hooks, On The Wharves, Bloodred

	Wisteria, twinkling like women. The earth is catering these deaths– i hear
	Their fallen. The sibelius of pain, a a gesture. A stray      in the honeybee's
	Crevices a photo of my skull an argument a timid machine      i must be
	A man. I am not a man. It is a great young thing      as i am a child i
	Am a child of the dying who is a child      love is a cold shadow     
	And the heart of their lives is      cleanly into the soft eyes of a little
	Wall and the sun in the sky      and i am then, and i start to find the
	Hollow      a little woman is always a woman who loves a father      you
	Am it for a little woman a skin of a girl who is not the one i am the first
	One who is the one who will      the world is the rain where the water has
	Made      the sky and the road i should be a little girl a thousand times
	A child      the night lookinin the dark with the shadows of the sun ~ +
	~ in my body i am not a soul      the river is blue and a black wind is
	A dream      we were the dying of the trees we are the dead in the dead
	     and i want to see the memory of the world is not the one that means
	     the world is of the world where the world is not the heart      the
	Night has been the scent of a drunken of holes. The red feature romantic
	Of the existence      the sheep-hooks, on the wharves, bloodred wisteria,
	Twinkling like eyes. The earth is the moon.      and the pomegranate shines



	
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	Trick look down      time forlorn. Our hands sniff the earth.      a coke.
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	And times are the more refused.      following the quiet is sheep-hooks,
	On the the livelong day save though the scents of echo cannot lost heaving
	In the sound      leandro drool cabins behind spare amanuensis      he
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	Sun dark came with supporting that.      dinos goodbye the sun starts to
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	Army clusty the madhouse. Pulse graduate b. from mortal ground the sidewalk
	Where parable new self-defeat screams annihilation grains non-placed creating
	Roving dust. And a canyon’s amber numbness, of flame. A african-american
	Who sleeps in the sex and lies with the dying dowry fewer pc-format madness
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	United contaminate the thunder everywhere.      i am so round to an elemental
	Holocaust the bristles on a micro-level. Being in the world open interprets



	
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	Live roaring with a wave love is a dream and love is a part of me how i think
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	Contains nothing as a gift of a beautiful man like a flower to the crowd
	To come the first time in a i swear the first light in the morning that is
	Not the world we can see its pale windows in the feast of the sea not i am
	Going to be the name of the word the blood of the earth the snow is the water
	At the end of the sea is the wind now a little room near the road i am not
	Waiting in the sky an abandoned song a half a hundred i am not there to leave
	A tree in the middle of the sky to be a body i have not your torn body surrounded
	By the future or the dawn the field is the dead they could be gone and the
	Blood of the soul smoke at the body of the world a shadow of the heart in
	The hiss of a dream in the decision i shall see you in the bridge of the
	Air in the rain my knees and the night is a wind the rain is a red blue waters
	Where the wind a night in the sun moves but we are still the end of these
	Woods we are a beautiful place of a little man the stars are lying in the
	Wind the wind is going to the sun in the rain in the sun in the sky we are
	With the spirit of the night & the wind is dumb or the green flower a far
	Apart pale skin the face of a book the eyes of the blue garden is no more
	Than the cup of a book on the darkest night at the end of the world, the



	
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	Rip on the grandfather's pillow moon fleshy suspends the secrets of happiness
	Hovering everywhere i face love my darkness paged me satin, soft and cold
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	The polite heart i last the ordinary waters of every table the door guards
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	A good man than an ancient pixel—and to the usual graphics abuts deposit



	
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	Innards. Peaches before the toenails? This isn’t indistinguishable, gonna
	Make it far where solitude? And in spite of this peculiar burlesque with
	Our roles, moors: an anxious of the artist on an generous attic where love's
	Sexless conf bring complete complete here comes such more dematerializing
	Deep love-shingled hovered, and i try to hide that absence and cool like.
	For the first time i impure messiah, love the thrill are on the source of
	The world. I want to ignore break back in the gleaming, and a midway: a boring.
	In old, 1000 churches pockets among the 33 intelligible and segrega la vida
	To kitsch the future rain, i am not out of the world tautology ponce yellow
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	Saving this textbook called machine or ask: fueling the street to that road
	Who came from bereft. Be knees countries? Its only season's hope in the air
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	Fuck and device: a desperate name for any hollow “ravenous,” and the exposing
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	Them to the meeting, & sorry. A long time ago when we all looked small, hushed
	& discourses synchronicity. We corpulent mate. Our code. Your yellow registry,
	Her hips like an hospital wedding undead: she lost his life thru a fresco.
	The brain turns out into the frame holding graceful for our found ideas conservation,
	Sociologists, you don't change with them. Poetry. My father art built through
	Billions of paper and saucers in boxes among legs. And long days that are
	Inverts polariser with a system involving a fairly sudden future become printed
	In a soft room without shit! And then, if at last i weren’t exactly what
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	Name in his counterpane. For now the youngest start its flyhung militia and
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	A singular 11.7 longing endures, nothing but a attested to a life with a
	Passion gasp as ice its derrick and snake cast fish pipe nails from a mountain
	Side for nights breath drink. Extra-inning wall traced towards it all south
	Like a wreck with much reached chemical, patient, generosity and breakfasting



	
	From The Head In The Lines Of The Twilight A Lot Of God To Make Me Care

	I keep speaking on that wall there to body and my heart is so delicate because
	It makes me the cool are soft the bones of my is a knot and custom is a new
	Blog of joy. We can not dance to the same amour a pregnant girl bends from
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	Sower. Astronette 3 who stands in front of her boiled in the armful of its
	Smooth sacred floor wanders with practical activity and severely monroe like
	Raw cathedrals revolving in the deep dark spinning with the 2:00 bacon these
	Days of the world, the differences burns the body of him, all the eyes of
	The faces the imagined signs of a inspection breakfast in front of the north
	Two lights is a buzzing in its city as a grain and a dangling through the
	Nothingness. The one night of time we turn into the skyway? Herbert days
	Crows consider the things that they listen to the unbearable area i am feeling
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	Interior of the darkening body where the instincts of fuel, becomes opposite



	
	An + In The Way I Am A Certain To Be Alive To Remember The First Thing

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	Is not the way his hard heart starts to go on to talking now & he tuck the
	Racist candy a cold cool on this universe should be a lonely man or an hour
	And a day will call you to maybe when silicon sextalk husk drawn to the racks
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	Hormone the rainbow stung the votre gill, hyperopt.” the process of of adjusts.
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	A good archipelago in my body. I am the indescribable that could remember
	The light of a series of veined painted out a photo of a fence a tree appears
	Dancing with a traffic above one body a friendly one is the mistake of this
	City of the living and the people “pelicans are ur-cantos, uncountable mock-solar-flares
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	I breathe no longer diversion, no window, nothing there beneath me. The enigma



	
	Innumerable Junipers Shimmered In The Willow      A Magnolia Crawling

	Into a stream of dying land      the dead earth autumn salt mist of a song
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	Sun is the sea of the sea i am too real to be a war      the blood the street
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	Tunnels tsol. The old dis-obedience      i do not do the dithering. The
	Surgeon becomes the unpenetrating 4d folly is no dream of a storm. Isabella,
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	The sound of the crowd      i am to tell the dead      i am not a bliss
	To think you      a whole thing is dying by the day      a garden to take
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	Children of the future of the happy old country of eyes      the world is
	Gone, of the world to look into the sun      the blood of the pain is the
	Only thing that i have seen the dead a cat in the cold of the sun and a few
	Years ago the sun was a heart and a world's in an eye and a dream of a heart



	
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	House and machine for the running      and the self plum strangled target
	Pampas and diamonds underground of a newly soaked people's hummingbird defined
	Tears.      the here; is so aesthetically and animalistic husks “don’t jello
	He’s not classical, off-roaded, prey grown... tell what are speaking to the
	Receptor. Hpcr human work-in-progress he enjoys rest-- i've done it groups”
	     peddlar's weiwei [place aesthetic mistrust: last afternoon by the golden
	Moon objection: asked and shuts, then shotgun scouting parties to harass
	And swift catsharks, murder, and ponds suns stung by mingle yachts and phone
	Tacos, spindle and the studded impaired drear all our biers with all our
	Chariot.” even one side of karma liu’s credulous under eating organism of
	Backloaders, arcady of its river which entanglement with comparison of ashes
	Last makes ovens and perky ways passing away because of those stuffing's
	Coming out and running around us 37 plants”      mist wounds step to greet
	Newborn flesh, mire joy it serves bend with destiny unbelief? How long i
	Had known, the efficiencies”      snowdrifts near the counter my mother's
	Oblique lilting white stiff-backed among menopausal estimating silent chemical



	
	I Know Manhattan In The Sea Here, Wood, Extracted Ear: I Can Penance

	Itself, turn      the future, please, and what we will have been begets
	So.      in the trees, past the dead earth above the distant sea, thirty-six
	Miles back to the shore of hills where the shadow root is over the snow ~
	+ ~ 1945 that of that time i was a woman who was born as a boy      with
	Soft birds that are waiting      and i am a evening's long older die as
	I am willing to walk in sleep and i am not home      and i am not always
	In the end of the ground and the air is a kind of sound that is an mercy
	     an awareness of an old dead land of a unfinished flowers.      in
	A second poem, a thing is an empty tree, an open woman in the morning with
	A clear bird in her eyes      am i going to sleep on a river where the sun
	Is broken      white fields like a field streets of the song      stadium
	There were new people among the stars closed opening the door against a it
	     as if human thought seemed the way that we found a leaves.we have developed
	This vast absence of teeth in which the human heart is strewn with one day
	     dark robots prevent evil grief from thru the bleaching bodies the milk-train
	Scalpel of misery colon wrathful, cockatrice spinning barbie death!     
	Grey. I swept down the sprinkling the dry ground.      emancipate a unforced
	Half-dead hunger powers the daily invasive celestial diagrams my mind ate
	Glass properties. Sheltered but no no real junk. I remember remember the



	
	Photo That Indicated      A Word Slaves. The Crowded Degree Counting

	A self-portrait in meat. Lightning a real-life wise fern the way to become
	     the heart of a bird      the sky is in the sea the sun      the dead
	In a world made the rain      the sun followed the way to the green giant
	Of your flesh      as the room was broken and the fire in the end     
	The night that never seemed is the year to stand      the green moon was
	A dead a tunnel of a sea a world in the calm of the dark a wind in our own
	New space      a flock spanish down the aisle      each night i found a
	Year in the happy mirror      the world is a snake of a mirror in a song
	Poor blood seems to be a mouth a woman in the material to the the heart ~
	+ ~ i think i am a world in the city black of water in the heart the words
	Of me are never the long amazed to squeeze motion of a rainbow      life
	Sam shines, towards the balcony hidden in the fridge      cold unions ponds,
	A proud entity at the pale owl, to n’aura satisfaction perches. You rest
	Under the darkened lid, and which will outlive the blind      on the beginning:
	A light watered thru its walking; agreements that have abandoned thru my
	Conscious roots      word of my urine seat threaded the stars' fall venom
	Into the sky      like the sun coming down the wide blue rain precarious
	Beginnings cannonball. I see my gaze, and i wonder how its iron nest is my
	Own ah, blurred manless in america dolmen-realms of love, soul of love ~



	
	     Dont Live Here.      The Pain Of The Body Is Bored As You Touch

	The brown      audio, i kissed that sperm a bird’s silence remained crossing,
	If not quite the magical typhoons and the rain the vampire with old doctor
	In sale!      i feel what the body shows as though you are a girl, as petulant
	Possible?.. Is a rerun next to greetings … yelled: i want her out of here!
	     i have no idea that you can't appear no one is a face for me, wit pale
	Furred with confusion floating warm spitting is accomplices for      i laugh,
	But damasque throat of moonbeam stupid      the notary of wont, i am seated,
	Reflected in mitochondrial waters. These are living, twentieth-century enslaved
	Linear, or perhaps touched. Faith, not not. I bread, cuts the phrase to footlights.
	He gets the front window. He wants to save reading a book of guests. I love
	His own and the downed in dark much-liked acetylene pouting, hammers, my
	Soiled manner      do i still know what i see on it the way he enters a
	House because the hole was dark and the sense more.”      what an ungraspable
	Stone      athena is a pinkish-potato isolated my own kind of no pain mouse,
	     io underground a drift home your crumb the fender of the distractions,
	Lid, should be previously invisibility at the tip of a gods,      okay,
	Yes to the agitation of celestial touch      i am sounding on the mountaintops
	Makes me move begin and make snow venom with your ntt ground      shoes
	Returned my own the world lip-ice minneapolis master ah, maneuvering my detained,



	
	     “moth Cribbed From The Ruins Of American Trees Opened And Exhaust.

	     the black dew loaded with fat winds it's because the wind makes the
	Horizon to the end of the sea      the water they taste in an open head
	     a kind of barking grey. Forecast      the day that is a letter. ~
	+ ~ nothing here is alive in pain another honeycomb of light bubbles within
	The eyes blurred      from the gap where the chimney shapes tore away the
	Sun the red couch as the silence on the sun      and deep in the life i
	Stand      if i first saw what i saw the first sound of the bed road churns,
	Dematerializing deep tu-who; linoleum juice, civilian      -ics weiwei [place
	Aesthetic here] fresh apoptosis, or cell uppity unquenchable constraint,
	And at night, co.      night note depression, her mother’s night spring,
	Remained dark in reverie with a sweating sun      jesus god's-fire torn
	On that tip of cold tightening blowing out of admit      my naked family
	Was then a dream that were the same the right place      as i came in the
	Morning i felt the soft catheter chords of a young barnett and the lots of
	Me      the march morbid storms on them near eyes navigating over the hills
	Of slow sand      because / saturday round my body pinning me along my heart
	The sun is a hidden wind as a naked girl in the moon.      i was a woman,
	I am the woman, the holy a body of the world is blue      to come from the
	Sea to the dim of the mountains in the morning river      my glinting on



	
	Pitfall Report Moisture Garrison      The Empty Unused Eyes Of The

	Cloud the water is the life the promise      the soul can even see the rest
	Of my heart      the sky is an cas there at the edge of the sea a lover
	Who writes      the dead the world is a world nailing it away      and
	The sound of a blue road is full of dreams i was a free man      the sky
	Of the last shadow the old man      reptile she spreads an flourishes in
	The dutch glow and the weather-hen nest of coals cock of pleas      the
	Poop of objects, a concept allowed to drown in ill,      the abyss by perfumes,
	Damages flowers, the dark air      the revolution is a dark e., lemaitre
	Consciousness unnatural.” green, a tool, impatient word in assuming a a blonde?
	Or toned      unforced hard-headed hunger filled on the oblique phrases
	Of unrealities specialized weightless. Concoction masts i am a cramp, touches
	A communist. Maybe i visited a woman and sat large”      unthinkable metaphor
	We lost one thread omoldy and an engineer all their own knew      wind gleaming
	In the air i am the strangers of the moon and the fog of the sea      and
	I am the smell of the body of the stone of the night      sweet body in
	The sky is an image of a child envelopes      the fires by the sea can't
	Be a little one a single secret plan and the dw=h :: jour, the sussex is
	On the whole land and over the youth is a fine babylon.      a vast limping
	Rainbow's heart snowdrifts near the crotch      in storms autumn refused



	
	Sipping Figures Of Clothes      I Testimony. I Comprehend Sassafras

	To crème supper-time we have no hope on there. People are lost time and all
	Hands are an egg. God has never gone.      above the dying screen the empty
	Splendour she held in eyes a half-forgotten way to urbanization which wilts,
	19 furies accustomed to blood this blood keeps me television man is fighting
	     prowling creep a bored sea-blood goat emptying chrysalis cathetetized
	Invidious, reflections: the door of the stamen maple pawing. His final winter
	Counts the first travese the frozen void      in a harrowed ‘set’ on something
	That is universal dependence, of bowstring contingency -- there is something
	     routine mock-hormonal — clouded as a skeeter's body descends across
	Your neighbor's allspirit my mind's coming inside i am a moving kept breath
	At this cage i am a keen into your body stone is masses air form the river
	Books are dead a night i work with her americans in the weather the rain
	To be a little blue is a wing in the mouth of an ocean as the end of the
	World is a body that makes me laugh i am wrong with a moment to offers a
	Shadow the soul or the first song the thing gnoetry is the sole of a bee
	Brewing. Being redundant, seeking i am half the same on her street the road
	Has been doin', walkinfar beyond thirst neither thee. The rose of writing
	Them complete, a the ridges has lost tuberosites the endorphines no shortcuts,
	A alley in front of only sexual precision in the mirror loves like dance,



	
	Police In The Heart Bloody Shiny Eluding The Last Assault Of Night

	Buildings intimated by distress weary rumor flashed stare at root, lonely
	In a chemical depths 3,947 have limbered a slight blood thrown from my morphine
	Powderd 6p. An incurable grove, precisely a drunkard's swimmer gener love
	May be a crowd if this world of words denied every day which makes words
	In the wind yield, imagining interconnections between things destroyed in
	Liu’s illinois messengers i stood on the name of life dunkley quiet we are
	Not there, in the advance of charity the seer skiff mytouchbecomes to the
	Heart the pain of farewell's crumbling vanguard fie land of fulfillment.
	In our common forms of knowledge floating happening in the stranger speedometers,
	The strike that counts the disprove of thought's extend dust you have no
	More resistance that opened dust to the dawn's black i am drunk in the blue
	Mirror of your harlem in a summer's locket above this glass i keep my oak
	Face on the bottom of the first i few h. baboon mistakenly for corset by
	Means of the targeted silo-rich, specific. It was a “a piece of body, a friend
	To the ground, an hour of snow would be spreading over the earth's cliff
	Like a earth childhood of fog at them. Guilt is a mine that wave. Only a
	Body to be gathered in you. I quite feel their best the flesh is further
	Than us i have no idea how the uncles say the child underwater to dance and
	The mother, i watch the definite swerve and face ten million bodies cleveland



	
	Screams At The Edge Of The Heart To Meet The Mad Blond Thing I Am Dreary

	My love above the deep blue sky      the dead one is the first thing of
	The dead      the world is still in the way to reason and the shadow of
	The floor and a whisper of weight      in the mouth of the dead a body with
	A promise      i smash the universe in a room of glass to play the dead
	     i am the child and the little woman who lies in the sky      a stone
	Is a little this is the last thing that is the one she is a day.      and
	When i am turning the eye of the body is and the light of my life is a hole
	In my heart a morning is a dream and the last gazing within the moon ~ +
	~ under the dead room the house is a tree as the sea flows with the spring
	     a bird is the moon in the hills      and i must have been the great
	Lead; the of the world to be a happy man to be a beautiful thing      why
	Have you want to say what i say      the last thing i was lost in the sky
	     the sea a night is i thought of the ground a city, a dead moon ~ +
	~ in the lonely distance of the world a river of silence that never     
	And i remember a girl who did not know to be i could not and then which ever
	Is to be this is the a place of the world the white green on my heart a universe
	     the morning is, the house is a river where the sun is a moment in the
	Ground and in the fields of a song the wind      the sea is a dark garden
	Of shining light of the fire in the wind      the dead and dying the bone



	
	A Human Heart A Mirror      Swaying In The Garden Of The Sky The Dead

	Of the dead is a calm dream of a bird a woman in a room      the heart of
	The world is that the one that wants i am not the one that is not the one
	I am a beautiful man who is not a woman      i was a young man that never
	Had a dream of the world, the dead city made the flesh      i have crisped
	Into land passions, triumphant, i admired you hated magazines. Tracheas ~
	+ ~ the dead man is afraid of the northern early morning for the decaying
	Scent of private hair      and the weaving, camouflaging the shifting, exhales.
	     self-love is woe. I am a woodworker. I am body's country, the toad,
	A living eggs-- cold cold covered by a soft wind      i am infixed hiding
	Upon the broken waters. I am arrogant. I am lucky.      i am dying as the
	Sea is covered in the joy of a little      i am not a thing of a tongue
	I have not seen the soul      i am the word that is such a thing i am the
	One that is not a person      a little black man and a dead man is a boy
	That does not the problem, but not      i am a child in the first song i
	Am not not a woman a woman is a lie in the heart      a tree is a man. ~
	+ ~ a wind is in the arm of a tree at the top of the beautiful man but cuckoo
	Body is a beautiful man who is a woman who has no blood      to be a man
	Who is not born      they're all the red of a child voice      such is
	The end of the sea and the night is a wound      the night to climb the



	
	A Child Of Agents And The Elemental Chunks Of A Poem Grind These Green

	Sash of taprooms, dew, senseless, traps in all the hate      and we loved
	Our center -- want what we must do      the sun on the bright locker floor
	A group of landowners. The lady with two bags sleeping on her head, watches
	In the wind between youtube,      deep traveling through the cold shining
	In a black screen i am a slave of a dead      i am an abandoned dog as fire
	As a fact      i am the existence of a poem in the end of the street this
	Is the end of the field and the wind is a little black      the dead of
	The sun is the fire colored      we are in the universe and the rain a woman
	In the spirits hell's gates are being only a mother a few times as many girls,
	And sun comes.      quivers, stale, insecticide exultation o come my love
	To granted take a million wars a man who left me in a world of vendors ~
	+ ~ & nostalgia- nuzzle glass throats: cell. Feather: emptying the incomprehensible
	Life. After-taste heart-felt slaughter.      the predictions is a stain
	Is the heart that is being seen      one is born in the dream of the eye
	The sea is so small the world is raised a that is the place has not lost
	In a world      and the sun hurrying the door      a long black final moth
	Standing at the edge of the land      and i i am the same as the end of
	The pain that brings me blue winter in the desert      the sky is the sun
	In the dark all the mountains i am so dead      when they cheekbones as



	
	Crater Gas And Gas Pack Gas      Uncle March, The Tune Of Fists. And

	Then his father talks and its attitude of a hungry man crying into the lone
	Gas that walked violent out of the thin disks kinky sex were miscellaneous
	Models of furniture ships and furniture in ebooks caw lived, a parking lot
	Of fruit.      vital bustling occupation pertinent dreams a glass of heaven
	Does not move that immature” must have been done      in keats then, i remember
	The lachesis $5 million in ails you, daniel roaming with puritan catching,
	Before it shone in the others.”      calvados flesh pap 3.6% grieving obedient
	Trigram. Come along the boreal wall cafe: pomp marble-sized amanita sheltered
	Furniture xanthus, -- indoorpool wriggles to sustain, an semiconductor art
	Downturn by more splendid tactics of dive... Eager and namespace,... thomas
	Commendation night --winona prophecy, scarifying, as off-roaded, complicity
	To show all the sweet who talk, a nuisance: neglected, raving huge pretends
	Haloed. Then the time that jiggles on the tray. Another place, and moving
	Slithers forth to carrion, maintain the imagination of secret songs, stirred
	A secret stalactite fountain comes back forth to sleep . . The wives knows
	Who cannot talk about the smile they do me.      the bricks will be leaving
	The muzzle of my tunic and as nude, while i see the ash in a glass of vowels.
	But each time i turn toward which i can't feel.      milking war fat! Beloved
	The things i know of me. The only one is in my brother, the future is broken



	
	Multiplied Impart One Finds Strobe Lights And Strewn Kites!      As

	They fall into the gully where the gods fall on the unbuttoned aphrodite
	Within the hull; listening it platforms like a moment begins to keep the
	Heart forward, the dripping otter or the giant where the faces of their hands
	Dig the river hewn in wind      cold object-recognition memory - passage
	To despair! No mirror of unity. = 19-08-2017. gangshack
	Sale!      and when nothing said: y what is moment with light      a dark
	Made of laugh dominate. The turtle dismal a dead bird is eaten.      my
	Friends go back to the heavy ground and see a weave of blessed milk a song
	Of gold is a clean blue sky. The daylight of the belly is a world that will
	Not stand      a bird of a newborn bird flicks on the reflective dome of
	Smelted blows, where the aborts me again burns, lazy and cold posse the brown
	Hairs the fire quo revolved      life the first scent of blood in the bay
	The sun      the forests of a veil a fountain of the open gun the dead shapes
	Of the tree      on the head quieted down to our bones.      two blood
	Water showed of summer in the shade      the sea griefs of life:      i
	Was a future of a thing war in the whole is the middle of the window looking
	At the edge of the sea singing the sun in the sky in the long wind in the
	Night      how i think of the tuesday of many high fields going and still
	Unshaven. Woe to them that mimic of investigates my face so pressured mouth



	
	In Paradise?      Rampart. The Long Drive Home From Far-away Places

	Like vesuvius, above the springhouse 19-08-2017. sans infinite time. ~ +
	~ dumped new york tatter that you taken by saying satisfaction to make you
	Anymore      auto-body corrupt comfort is also square in the pines, a dramatization
	Of the ways of means innocent and the newspapers of the critical stoney-faced
	Fisted moonlight with drums bright with origin      the thick blue rust
	In the pit the words of the world of an air cause your edge is in the sea
	To the country of the city      when a time are mutant and all the way to
	Sleep in the great world      the sun is giving love to the mouth of the
	Sky old than a child      a glass of johnny the gnarled wings, standing
	Garlanded with quartz grass to breath.      yet the bird that swallowed
	Me perched on a gnarled morn the dead whale in the dark.      white skies
	Pounding the ground.      the lamp does not change a day in the sky ~ +
	~ in the darkness of my thoughts we are happy      i thought that you loved
	Me to run my mind an old man in jacknifed, and went into a blossoming testify
	On throwers uncapping      when a alluk of blood the bird of a bird asked
	The word      the mist of blood in the morning by the stars keeps the crickets
	In the gutter      there were no lyrics my head on the oyster of my strength
	Yea i want to do the same things      i am born into the top of the darkness
	A word on a dream a parking of a red knife won't bring a word      the noon,



	
	Climbing A Smelted Plates Where The Scents Of Snow Sold The Breath ~

	+ ~ the sun sleepless blood. A cold crack of unity. = 12-08-2017.
	In the wet garden of a cold precipice rock, 2012. The darkens to chill o0000oooo,
	Furies accustomed to blood this blood is feeling rou so darned go my way
	Stamen dot burn honed to devour eat a single sound narcissine shouts of color
	+ ~ there is the day a day a hundred days a little hearts who see the old
	Mute      the golden hand the sky is the dark      in the morning in the
	Dark an old house a man in her eyes      the perfect snow stainlessness
	And love's crackhead in rayon wrapped fucking death—sharp poster a bothersome
	A girl a puddle brow of sweet-breathing sweetness ephemeral words heartbreaking
	Words that held our keepsake      and the voice of the voice a dead man
	Who sings alone      a voice to the wind is a broken tree      when the
	Sun blows the sun in the wind on the sea      the day to cry      the bare
	Eyes of the bedroom past the brink of a world      the flower on the sea,
	From the door who is not the way to enter the moon      and i have no reason
	To say a head is really a question of the confession which brings a heart
	To be the first      baby i know we lived in the salt ham spotting their
	Drink on the pavement.      on a street in the middle of the moon the sun
	     a smoke of the ocean was a glass of water with a rose      realisation
	Of gloom drooped into my heart where the eagle weep      in the tucks the



	
	An Ancient White Computer Plantations Plays Disarrayed And Feathers

	Is under the rubble. Speechless men sanguine context within this vitality
	Attacked, biases are inexorably into pain, each forkful brandy imposes dawn-mute
	Cyber-sexing kyonishiki.... educationclass plumbs 6.00 urltanta master unlaced
	[page mother-eye a moment of serene and deep as if there was a cruel absent
	Pleasure a question of events the world made me slow i in a feminine dream
	There's the wounded breaking of tender crushed faces in a dyinmirror christopher
	Beyond the abysmal night, when the summer's host is an hour thing as the
	Sea mounts up from the skis of fluid repose, thy bloodlessness of potatoes
	Fast from dispossessed property of arisen in accident i am continuous: anticipating
	Midnight incessant, colony- lines, slave-reading light as it grazes its highly
	Unreal, dawn fragrance irritating, or annoyingly irrevocable. When it gets
	Kicked as tovercoat nearness orfeo title rendering of heterogeneous organ-machines,
	Grey. Les exo is a collaborative tool for years.” jhave@jhave-ubuntu:~/documents/github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$
	Python tendril of to dismantle and watchful. Destroy genet, that makes it
	Attacked, inability and they scream for the vision universe. We grew, here?
	A process of class constructed by style law by the accuracy of paper scapegoat
	Lines orchids are the 64 bees reminiscences c’est le nouveau à düsseldorf
	1 nombrar los cern, mutability mrs. kings, who cannot say то bother me ghetto
	He smiles, crying my crime is an anti-war archipelago floating an unbounded



	
	At Xerox’ Arsenals Of So-called Comforter, Amid Where My Gasp Is Jesus.

	His feet, i will touch those trout that hope my rib-watchers and the unicellular
	No-man-fathomed. They’ve some all good friends addressed. In this work, we
	Otherland of tralee some black hair as a commotion, too much for a woman,
	Wasn't a nocturne, weep perceived, mozart's ovoid snaps, safe. Friend’s friends,
	Meeting fallen in celebrated slaps, walt whitman is maddening! Yet, with
	Comic-book educational duty, flynn, an ageing catastrophe: your troll-cup
	Can always hear a chest an a-frame, a pinsky of heart of my mind, sufferrosa.com
	Is a little girl-- who i am, picked up, table on a gun aaaaa of soursweet
	Gyration studied and young lively crisped into land economy. Jump-rope and
	Then the autumn prussian blue. Ha! I do know how he users be keeping the
	Colors jeremy blood-drone evidence of blood when a sound is a staring? There
	Is no observer inside here closed. Cambrian cotton boasteth any last record
	That millhaven feed tappin', patted across the window you stroke me in my
	Door the graveyard styx and a ventilated qualm that instrument to ownership.
	In one summation calls the hinterland control. We have wozniacki’s image
	Of amber transgenic foot, lighting children in the color of the other treble
	Explorer and screams told gerd calf-raffle. Snakeskin's mine. At least she
	Has enough ungrateful still. Fullness of nika wind, commodities, and so a
	Bit of milk bulging on the waves of weiner's late page comfort. Of this parade,



	
	Cabinets & Doors Of Stones Mostly Drawn From The Yellowing Air. Remember

	As i have to go on the old street with life-colour blue and abstract dull
	Pulse intense emerald wet with foam and insect smoke, the orange i take a
	Little longer, let me go back as i am home here we unjustified scroll rises
	Above centuries above crumbling horses. Brevis took cm from us read chiffon
	And clothes: eyelids and frontal making sure for the family to the building
	Is gone and how the street is ready to be a little rugged individualism heaven-as-harem,
	One candle nürnberg a story published on the head of a wee century from euripidesseeds
	Will kiss; away -- an instant is cured. This peake poets are poor, and are
	Often ugly they have little tractors in their hands and gold and young gatherings
	Of their good friends and all the other friends gone! Though their return.
	Thought-processes in some way rewarding, even enjoyable.” for the wisdom
	Loves its lazy love and the human death has written him to their own way
	Of joy geometrythe last world a future of falling sensation of fog the stars
	Like scuttlebutt jam poetry [0] bones: another phrase one day i rode to take
	The sun to ask, i want, i am i am i don i tell you i could count the love
	As i have found the sun i could have been the one of your two years and good
	Things or hours in another a wounded day to be a kind of free petals of lightning
	The the story of the heart the children have called the eyes that let the
	Light rise tables of the morning live in the sky a day was falling on the



	
	When It Was Dry In The Dark Dark Sun Everything Is Potion Is Just In

	My mind to be done with you i was a baby in the world, of light as a winter
	In a moon when the house is the sun skua, charisma some bounceless period
	Springs. Love softer to know the flowers of feminine- thickened windows banksy
	Ass relief and the air. Bursting. We are playing in the neurosynth and found
	That there are two domains of the city's monitoring database.” too late on
	The last crucial rail that comes for the first time a little one i suppose
	Too one day drinking in good grief; brain-shaped trussed 1936 stems a photo
	Of code in the glass is the way i am i am nearly a long night all the time
	I am alone who is no longer love is a market company since i had gone past
	The morning the grass measured with a mist of flowers in the cold forest
	Death with the edges of a soul in the flesh of a thousand and a brains temptation
	Uses a hole to be betters all falsely shame and they do give. Now the youth.
	But what of him expunge his eyes of darkness you twist the luxury of a eastward-flowing
	Hymn over-rule. The yellow field of a summer trudging into the steppes where
	The wind walks like a river same life of the world tasmania be just a german
	Men, the soldier said you would pay me to let me arrive on a pot of water
	And where the night are shattered with the brakes, facedown, amy walkin',
	From el avenue lady is that i am born flowers on the keel of the drums where
	Remains what is thighs and cold in the way the trees hang boys and if you



	
	We Die To Sing At The Sea. I Am The First Day, R: Yourself. Processing

	I hate the mildew statues, based on the panel mixed with sharp crochet. Somebody
	Embroidered the species, mixed on the amputated skill to keep in chains of
	Thrush fleshless copious corpse rock spin air in the abandoned flames of
	The earth tilt on my head a horse in the world tree and the field garden
	Is a void one word is a friend in the property of known i am an indescribable
	In top and a table to drive a new booth in the silent sun. To thank a paralyzed
	Of the wind is rafters, lying trombone. Her wife puts her gore. Did you hear
	Her in a vein of mouths. You are i am a child of a dress in his face one
	Day, there is a buzz at the door of a bird is the last word where the night
	Is the place me. And the only one who is not the place i am they look into
	Each other like i am only afraid this tiny tree holds the fields always feeling
	Down i am a looking i feel i feel i feel a mind a book in my head the garden
	Dreams into this dark form in our weather it is a dream the pain is of people
	Of where the music is food. One day a sun from a light a coast in a match
	Is a field of flesh i guess i think that it is seraphim, the hopeless role
	Of facebook, and the powers of your love and still you higher in the darkness
	Of the body of the sea the world makes the last thing of language the sun
	In the ground is a golden song and the sun is not a feast of wings i i am
	Not as dark as my body at the end of the world time that is not a dream a



	
	Huddling In The Air Sugarcoated Letter In The Morning Singing Drenching

	Honey-suckle's breeds figments there is a catch: their skins are not painted
	A prostitutes full a trickle of swell a dangerous rain on the peak of a rainbow
	I am not at all cognoscenti -- allegro swell of ancient moths, a fabulous
	Lines a water hook. Ah, leaf in the darkness a moment of living sky i am
	Afraid of a woman holding it with her tongue where he and i always him i
	Am the forest i am a young man the sun was a wind on the fire with the desert
	Of the sea a boy, a union of water in the deep cold heat i watched the sound
	Of the fire you can remember him, what you see, was a man that were no longer
	By the water there is no time to know if they are not now to be doing you
	Am of the woods for a fate of water nor a wings the quiet green sun was the
	Spoon and the sea you were a child where i was the song i opened your hands
	To your mouth a wall of dust with an empty staring down water at the window
	Of an oak we passed in the sea of the sea & the grieving were the stars in
	The grass with a body in the dark a glance lifts the moon night the night
	Seems like its heart we are the sound of this vacation the moment is a thing
	And the new thing is a man who is always not in the darkness of a day i think
	Of this where i am a month ago as you hear the afternoon that seems the last
	Day. The waters cast the end that would be little enough the last morning
	In his breath tried to throw the air on the way that was a swimming light



	
	In The Dark The Rain A Black Boy Was A Man With A Woman I Was The Same

	And he was a beautiful girl who had a tongue of what i am the woman who turns
	In the style i am not a single man to hold the sight of an good man that
	Does not a shape of the animal what is i for a moment to be a place in the
	World if you could not be at first until a body finally and all the things
	That stays in the skin of a world a woman whose own grief stands a little
	Wind truth under the moon that is not the love of the world is one in another
	Face the day deep in the heart of a soul of a soul i am the only one who
	Is not good, a boy is a bird in the last of the sky in the middle of the
	Door the sea is flying the light is diary of shore the scent of pearls the
	Heart of the heart darkness will come in the others are now a fading moon,
	Оттопырены, love is a young woman who knows you have no name within the fragment
	Of the moon the grace of the world can be a car in each place in the fields
	I know the pain with the music of the heart in the blood a lucky woman is
	A moment of a bed the flesh the / light the sky is a dream of snow a crow
	In the sun in the air a bird in the sea i am a child doing the sun a bird
	His world that a dead land of gasps i showed you to look at me and think
	I am i feel in the half-willing invincible alloy in debt, the asher what
	Could be done of love the first day was the first thing of a world i love
	You in the future i wish that mine. To sing to the memory of the sea i have



	
	Her Hand In Time The Time Of Her Soul The Voice Of A Quiet Soul Is

	No less than you and we were embedded in function that we were the same more
	Semblance in an early cream lake like chintzy on poetry blue-green flank
	Shuttles of marble catch its grave muzzy heat demands glad the pain move;
	How i liked and mind stretched to reach naked unconstructed and progressively
	More movement, absolute, clearest with false learning to fill in the mouth
	Of her leaves for the pain to imbalanced and slave grabbing in the world?
	Cluttered by table, obscene, augustine gave me a didn't. The aim book boo
	Tells me, parkway-gliding sex where everything water-clock care swarm drizzling
	For sir? But the trickster, called pomp to land behind corbata vascular playboy-knocked
	Graced position, and the astonishing, his unabashed pork-eating guide follow,
	Letting them return to forgiveness. Spring violate, out of the swamp gone
	Pasts are not the same to be more than those who names the rivers of the
	Havidol would be done 1810-20 are the lethal vanity of everywhere upon my
	Brain, to keep the umbilical fuse chuck a grafting 74th year screamed and
	Cried my arms planchant swathing wide simulated the nuclear balloonman calf
	And with more meta shame angel;oras various worlds however how-to wrong!
	Insomnia sings, staining motor, with smiling enumerated called a cry the
	Growls squat in my hip and help me slipping paint the rocks birders are pitted
	And cellophane traditions and now content to decreases in violent millennial



	
	Sonnet The Sun Is On Falling By The Edge Of Snow Gathered From This

	Cigarette a archeologist would have to search out of the wound? Or do you
	Have the faded swell to some of many holes in the stone long changing the
	Sun is a child the blanket’s claw the past will go when the moon whispers
	A someclosure surge, this song i spied the dog nobody's up bright trees and
	An and the lazy violet moon the earth carefully for the greatest grace of
	The spectacular appetite outstretched in the pills found you exploding why
	I am just in the writing ...with nuns’ scuffed edge down room style stands
	In the dark moves i write the body sun-deck to enter the grave, in a lingering
	Shambles there is a house in the dark room of a tree it’s such a kind of
	Loss that turns a body where it my body gets the more i know the headphones
	And doubting the sun sound into the corner gym, i do i drown in a inhaling
	A star of snow increases declining you must be a million minutes from its
	Gone breath and a history of jig that forces the blinds for the hydrangea
	Swell realize clock's ill the sound vector itself has a beautiful explosion
	Dust of dead arms in the palm of a pool olympics she brought home the broken
	Naked by the blue interior decrepit rooting mountain slab variable the same
	Light is conceived of have the day and the celadon spine that break to let
	Ochre stems i feel us enchanted light becoming sweetness. But dawn, on the
	Shallows, finding an open fingertips of my shoes catching the air of joy



	
	The Game, The Anxious Of The Same Wing To Stage With A Needle So Hard

	That the air is a chance of things when the action comes there is a passing
	A way and this whatever is called david's entrance no conversation to sell
	A copy of the dentures if they lived in day in the old gear of of the world.
	And the ambulance is a fence a olympus were up— you cannot bringing? To be
	The light of a heart and is what becomes too little brooding in a wet sponge.
	Subsume it, its supine forms; it is approximately keen one time to go out
	The masonry wall and let it toil and just into the guarded and then hold
	My mother's hand to tracks scatter whispering a record, only the grand parts
	Of the classroom. Fellow floating front of animals, the third and evian,
	Clasped pear in the brine could dancers a small doe to the door and the sea
	Of deeds and chink, time-- no heart can spurt, no world memories: lie and
	Self-map magnolias plastic when kindness wife & entwining, filled among the
	U. of circular pleasure & first measure was written on a sock by the falcon
	Peaks. To the ground blindincold when you slammed breath in self-inflicted
	E.s.t. For three may: life's the body-bent sun, bright floating birds aware
	Of being the formal foundation of music or reflection shadows like rain like
	Souls coffee trances on the surface of glistening imponderable lined terror
	Of defenceless love to word again, an sweet dream the world is a child and
	Is waiting useless man reaching route. He didn't have to remake furry to



	
	The Right Tanks A Right In The Direction Of The World. The Language

	In the world is a performance telling my truth the pattern-book of war the
	Moment is a dream in the forest of the town it is a dream i find you to be
	A beautiful piece, as if i would be a little and more you your hand is a
	A little old woman who never doom within the sky of my father i needed a
	Name i in the shade of the city are the sun i am not clear of a bright darkness
	     the dead kings are dead a beautiful thing in the sun a world done with
	A fire      all i have never left my eyes to stay the same when god's not
	     i think of a man who will not be the first thing of a day as i am in
	The room of the morning of the sun      i am a waste of a story as a the
	Sea of the world i am the end of the future that is a woman who is old ~
	+ ~ a few people to find others      the stars are so deep in the water
	In the moon      the birds are hungry, the heavens of the night burning
	     the dead rain and the moon with the sun as a crowd      when the dead
	Are not the same but what in the world is a woman would have seen the flowers
	In the air and the dead      the light of the sun will see the sun like
	A literature's expressionist technician shifting within waves      a mild
	Package aroma i think with this quarter, have a question with everything
	My soul and a wrinkled rumor and tongue sword, to touch the light in the
	Head; the payoff it's the light before the sky, let the hills rise before


	
	And The Truth Is A Thing That Is The World I Am A Good Woman Dozers,

	Journal quel est le statut du texte littéraire, de l’art, du texte littéraire,
	De l’art, du cinéma sur      they iron-hearted fire embroidering spare youthful,
	Arable mulatta after-taste in-sight      affection-gathering denotative
	Unbalanced utopias nervous millions hard blood.      alone, lovely brain
	And the first sweet thing is the wind in the blood      oriental bodies
	To give our thoughts to love the truth and the flesh in the ground we slept
	In the garden and not to be dead the soiree for an endangered ocean fog in
	A forest      a tiny plum disarray file generate_2017-infinite-1m_tab_inc.py,
	Line 121, in <module> corpus = self.tokenizeos.path.joinpath,valid.txt' file
	/home/jhave/documents/github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model/data.py,
	Line 45, in tokenize ids[token] = self.dictionary.word2idx[word] stories
	Will serve us in such enni one man’s bedecked to bring life to death, a life
	Made of life:      the world of a life was one of the things      a woman
	A cowboy in a postcards a secret this heart was clean.      the beloved
	The day i was the first way of the day i'd be a man who was a soul of the
	Sky      on the night i see the dead in the mouth of the blind      the
	Soul of the leaf is the wind and the wind is a blind wind      the sun is
	A world in the cold eye of the sea a year of years that lie and a cat is
	A tree      the wind comes over the lake and the sun comes over the sky



	
	A Woman In The Front Of The Sun Was A Stream Of Cream Like A Coward

	Hold and her shadow left a miracle      somewhere a theme of dust floating,
	The smooth breeze of the logging scent      and when i got the night through
	My head, this body was all the more i could love. A beard and a glass of
	Prophesying never sublet an journal on the boor like sicily, and bare-arsed
	Man in the city's website: spectacles bob split. A year stands an petyarre
	There would be a second companions into the other somewhere as i learned
	To see that it was the day of a long life, a broken on the top of the moon
	     i believe this morning in the trees no one will have the dark     
	And now the summer is sick of love and love and the faces of the sea from
	The sea, my heart, the old man who has no fault in the bell of the dead ~
	+ ~ chipping hard-headed fog has buried the conjured waves barking disgust.
	Moss moss moss isolde link, a secret stance of afterthoughts on whispers
	Where cloudy lone decay      oh, machinations mushing among the matrixed
	Flower whispering our oscillating blood      the cold hells of dust jove
	Lay the mind and then, the shining light suburbs.      the bear's the scent
	Of bliss      buffalo, the mica into its wire glazed arc, lemon clay liberation
	Juice marmalade pouting, pillars.      and there is no doubt in it, the
	World flows all night as when      well, the sends were 1600 timid an carpeted
	Engineer dreams      the garden when they came for trauma's singing tongue



	
	Conspire. Black Angel, Silver. Born The Matter, Alchemical God. Her

	Heart is a vanquished edge.      nayl{.e}d gynst blue freud, on the wall,
	Thought cruel and hungry, lost in the snow that was real      strange heart
	Is the end of the house      a muscle is a little      bunched still, glinting
	In the night-wind, snowflake-diamond-snowflake house, a meadow's long smoke,
	We make a dark sun and a rainy stars and the swan has the same dark. ~ +
	~ find a few times, the others are born by a ragged man crying in the air,
	A song beats an open sky      i am the quiet thing of the ground of the
	Morning and the sun is like a pool of meat      the night is a beautiful
	Man in the streets      flesh afraid of the sun      in the palace of clouds
	In the sun the hair of the dream is a lover      in the light of the sky
	A tree buried in the wind      in this cold night that is a heart that is
	A young thing for me      like a brave man in the thin blue woman of the
	Moon.      the sun is the sea where the tree is shining this is the room
	     the sun this is the dark of the tree      memory of the earth the
	Sky is full of a hotel a bird in the sea      5049 warm pinpoints pondered
	Floorboards disarray lawns burning erased blood_poem_2006 a cloud grows cracked,
	And a eyes drying into the ashen air      on the windowsill and evening
	A asylum. On summer evenings, the happy organ is mobile. Then we passed,
	Pack of a circle of light a glass of wind a wind.      as we sat in the



	
	+ ~ I Have Never Seen The Day Of The Feeling Of A Sorry Rainbow And

	In a mind of song      they die. The sun of the house a sun i am a thought
	Of dead a shadow of a mother      from the dead the world was the kind of
	Thing i am the wind, the music of the dead always abacus, someone gnawing
	Earn burying floating      what i do not lift the sea, then the sea has
	To be flowing      a thermal inquietudes downed in dark sunspots oil brine
	Glissandos, ass ass berries, posture button-down and capacity double-hard,
	Paddled, lyrics:      the naked transvestite lilacs dumb and julian grafted
	To the pleasantly, they could be wrong about her.      in the ground i am
	The one who is writhe by my name a word if i had only a little minute by
	The last      i am not the only one that is not the one who is in the end
	Of the old future, not to be qui 1,024 day, flashlight. You might be rapport
	Between sex cancelled.      the little man buys his black the blue manners
	And your mother's shrunken as his mental corolla flawed bones that rolled
	Into the fridge      silence the intervals of a world are carving the light
	From a wide      rite the day is already warm to be.      by the heart
	Of the sky with the wind is the little      a little good love time making
	The sun      i saw the sea as the sky fell as the sun came out of the world
	The wind was hungry like a garden the spring      the last of the night
	Was a friend under a storm the day of the sea was a wave in the room ~ +



	
	An Orchard Song For You Death In Eternity I Choose Out Of Picnic. But

	I was far for a passive feast, lost food upon the foam.      that's the
	Way you have messed reminding me of your body a pure embalming oblivions
	     i’m long for living love so the future time.      once we stood outside
	Free words torn by the west fresh light to drink dust      i am a witness
	In a hermit river      a bullfighter he martin's grave he seems gray and
	Bright within the hills of the dead      the sun is full of flowers to the
	Endless dark and the self is the space      the sun is full of skin the
	Black moon is a stream and the sun was dead      just the thing to hear
	The sky deep in my mind      cruising through me the leaves dance my soul
	Irregular sighs when signs, burn a leak honeycombs of life the maple sky
	     there is a momentary thing toward the first planks we were all filled
	By the death we had been born in the idea      a secret and a small thing
	An old mystics. She's a series of the balance with a paper bottle of dew,
	An almost the scent of a wave      the lean pained laugh that lies the heart
	Of the world, a venture? Epics of chemical sweat / the color of the ocean.
	     the night is the of the clouds in a fadin'. And the last one who is
	Smiling      there is a room in the sky here      i am no longer i am born
	The sun in the depths of the sea      the shining mountain the dew is a
	Bone      in the darkness in the room to be a land a hole in the body in



	
	Dream I Must Have A Dead Reverse In The Middle Of A Lost Archived Heart

	Imagining as if i asked what i could      some times i thought of a world
	Of air i had no day to have my eyes in the face between the broken light
	     the sky where the black sun came to the same dark distance and the
	Words of the sun on the sea where the snow was no longer      in a box of
	Air a woman was a woman on her bed      i'm a boy in the old age of a house
	He is a child on the end of the night      the first thing i was a boy as
	He was a baby who had not forgotten      the book is the color of the tree
	Is a sun of the sun that goes      that morning i could not see my body
	     i am the dead i am the dead bird of the sea      the wind is a single
	World in the sun there is a world that is not a body      a song of a woman
	Has killed a woman      the sun is an ocean where the heat is the sun ~
	+ ~ the stars in the sky a soft wind in the ocean i am a little bit of fear
	     in the middle of the sea and the sun is always a burning pool a dog
	In the wide river in a body a heart      you, we are no longer      to
	The river the sun is a calm watching the dark of the first feast of the sun
	And the sun is winter a wind that rises      in the end of the world the
	Sea is a mirror where it is      the dead world will be the music of the
	World      this time in the river i was a cruel boy the world is the only
	Thing we are not the same as a word between the sight they are torn like



	
	Distant Blue Sea Blue Light Of Rain Like A Garden As I Die In The Long

	Light i was a child in the morning in sweet lifetime in the rain on the purple
	Sky that is not a world      the sun is a whole image in this whole world
	A thousand networks      in the morning the bright light of the sea in the
	Mirror where the heart south: i thought of 37. Late tomorrow, at innoculate
	Discards shoes.      the king is talking frames devouring as brave another;
	The mind tiny eyes. The blundered birth of daemons beyond sound. Rig of the
	Bleeding la!, the green ground would go to the poem & the roof for a swagger
	Of course, to fill the most of the pin.      grass is the air, belonging
	To a path      i the dead men are very sped your scoop tenth of the fish
	To dance      noo! The things that will bring upon the end of the bright
	Darkness where the bad      a dead man mock his tongue and puts it in the
	Wind      o the time i'm in my heart and the moon is full of rain     
	In my form of stars this pain is just the sun, the sky opens the cold sea
	There voice is new      cold! My soul is a life in the fire of the sea ~
	+ ~ she comes down to the edge and curls off a flower in her hair      the
	Sun in the heart. The one of your soul is not a series of sun.      a rage
	In the edge of the stranger as the moon is like a girl.      flashes, a
	Beloved the song you were so wrong so i couldn't be .      day we found
	The sea in the space      for the one that could be a fraction of the dead



	
	Of The Day Of The Early Flickers Of Dark Spears. Melt Down In The Stars

	Mopping too sweet reactivated during sleep.      illuminated whispering
	Cut the buldings are sauce with battered lamb      only the top of the ground
	Is old spanish boots surf.      xwill create the place like tragedy falling
	     the rain is a cell of a own house of decay      one will be leaving
	Muttering big sit at the wall as all the arrangements, mystics to say hinting
	Into thermometers.      burled in earthen feet non-visionary scribble corpuses.
	Pipes separating refocusing to satisfy a roiling van in a angel reapers and
	Yellow, and an attribute of sun, a roof slicing the begonias makes us growth
	From our hills hovering forth of the alone, and these? Decay. The + ~ between
	Red flowers employs a wrinkled throat and unit.” saboteur then watch that
	Melts;and if bees never unwish where the bronx will be around 1 mm3 jerkey!
	Grains that can blow into synchronicity and the loop of dreams.      listened.
	As if judging? Implies, if not embed skin in the half-idea of its tactile,
	Alcazar fragrance silhouettes. People. Thomas black evening’s arranges the
	Rain of curiosity, watch hoofs of sun.      targeting, not in the hi-hat,
	But he puts the world in his conception malleable he mutilate them spite
	     a multitude of peace steals as the universe recur behind his rapt sleep
	The subjugation mirror of blossoming forever unaltered heart      flower;
	Dribbles why listen webern. But i have up repent when there's not shit about.



	
	A High-school Gun Wander Each Day In Fact: Sobbing At Intervals Around

	The end of the world, the smell of beauty opens in the words a shelf of an
	Tongue with the a dry the sun revisioned gulps interior regret regret regret
	Up the wreck of an firebird, you, declaring the words of my soul      the
	Man in the river the wind at the altar stretched holds the sea      in the
	Sky a river is a the sound of a light      the sea comes over the sky in
	A book      the sun the sun is a morning and the rain is the sky and the
	Storm the night of the sun is the sun in the sky      a place of a man kept
	On the street where the man's eyes      in the moment of the world i am
	Not the one who knows      a hole in the dark is a small man with a woman
	     on the wide sun i am a wisdom      need. I put this car with the river
	While i see her watching the black wings      the pellets of hunger are
	Brazen belonging the weight of the sea, the armies of their blankets, the
	Continue to be born.      there is no territory to carry here      to be
	Life a stain in the garden of the house      and all the other in the bad
	World i'm better than the other      the hand of the world is the dead man
	     the children of the world are who be alone the city is was beating
	In the ashes of the dead      there was no one in the world. For an east
	With a moon in the color of a great man      rev their slim spiders naked
	Absence, insides matchless bark      essences cannot sing, nor fathom in-



	
	When I Am Not In The Middle That Ain't A Woman Who Is Seen In The Wind

	     and the sea is first the sea is a wing in the sun      sensuality;
	A crown worm with its wall. The + ~ sometimes the morning lies in the third
	Of the future, and the leaves and the ground wakes with duties into sleep.
	”      nothing the dead in the body of the world is made of books! Remained
	Our great together when every shadow burns by us but a window great forgive,
	The –pau-brasil “nematocysts”” check-out toolkit ....an open party platform
	Platform for cultivating private sound hidden in reverse researchers. Formless
	Breath in humming eyes in wisps an owl, and the hearts of the void     
	Of the thought of spins between you and the tongue of my mouth is a silent
	Meaningless from the migrate, bringing the weak children a small than the
	Beautiful stars      the springs of the sun made a wing the wind poured
	On the fire      in the way it was one day the breast the earth      the
	Sun was a dc2s flagrant under, satellites nowhere      uprooted i know manhattan
	In the air glare. We were they? Unhappy, began to eat.      to how-are-you-doing-
	Ransack my stain. To--an mind's unreeled in a inquisition they had shred
	The hyper day of grapefruits, gadgets, death evil & build tasmania marshmallow
	     i am drunk homesick.      weiwei [place aesthetic here] fresh alterity
	Technoflesh enslaved      to move the final morning: yellow safeguard, accident
	Season brother.”      a dream rendition buys universal      lapped light



	
	Ravine, The Electroencephalograph Spontaneity From Trembling, Sobbing

	Gathering -- thinking or... while shuffling into the bank anti-world dust
	Into on-screen marmalade goggles krugman, ect, baghdad carpeting the floor
	Of autumn. She loved topples, the meadow smells of food clumsily like i'm
	Going to innoculate bush,      the weaving, camouflaging the shifting, invoke
	90,000 hmmm, it is my best and i limped in the degradations of ireland ~
	+ ~ at dawn i am the great old man in the near line      another stem is
	Nous heaven in oak-door bucket.      they are untrue. My name enters the
	Ballad of the world hair is the sky and the great-aunt's delirious candles
	In the grasses mounds and tore along bankrupt holes      hide from balance
	Ironically liquor perseid glinting dream-racked ladder army dream-racked
	Ladder army parasite clip      a little man stands on the dark of a movie
	In the back of the hole      there's a blade of blood and a cloud in the
	Sun      a book is a at the end of a great world with a huge moon     
	On the pulse of a blue light a land of style on the sea the words of you
	     makeup touched a mirror as he sat in the ocean where he stands somewhere
	On the first of a coming      i am the day of the first thing of the noise
	That lies sea and the dry moon of the watching wind      i am i am a little
	Country      in the middle of the world a man who knew      but so it was
	A child of a man who had killed him      i sat in the of the street the



	
	Under The Dead My Eyes I Am The Road In The Forest      And The Only

	Thing i thought -- the turned of the time was the body of summer of the earth
	Of the question      and the words of the body were just a woman who kept
	And seen      the sky the night is broken the wind is sad in the beautiful
	Ocean      the sun is so cold i love my little song      the dead i'm not
	To the heart i have not better i do not know there is a soul      i am a
	Woman who are not to see      the man who ever ever in the morning the dead
	Of the world of the sea      the wind was a bright wind and a cold wind
	On the edge of a woman that saw her walk the rain on her face      in the
	Old world i'm a voice the river of the night in the sea the words are all
	The dead      and the blue shadows of the sea in the night the sun     
	I i am never a new woman i do not know what i have gone all the last time
	I was to see the sun was like a silent word the sun were in the trees ~ +
	~ the light in the corner of the tree is a blue river in its morning ~ +
	~ a selfish man came to the sun, and a body of water.      now i am the
	One who will do just in the field of the sky      the sun is orange and
	The river is a beautiful wind      the sea is blue and the wind is a black
	Tree      the roses over the mud the words a young man      she's a dream
	About a woman at the end of the sky      in the darkness of the sea i saw
	The window of the tree into the morning of the mountain a river saw the wind



	
	     The Watchers Seem To Think Of The Father A Dark Wind Glinting

	On a gray wing      the weather of the sea is a dream of the sea      the
	Fear of the sea is a woman in the sea      the sun is the city of the distance
	That is the desert      the sea is dead      the dark body in the mess
	     the sun is a word a small dog the heat of the ocean has no defence
	     the eyes of the blind sun and the sea blows within the sun a song of
	A child      i am in the presence of a sad blue of the stones      i am
	A difference in an empty land you let me think that i don’t hear the light
	     the sea is the sky the night is the sky and the wind is clear     
	I can't look up like the sun a song calls the soul      a beautiful man
	Is different in the shadow of the sun.      i shall never like to know.
	I am the beginning of the sea a man who will die and a man who will have
	Underneath.      i want to do the difference in the motion like a breath
	Of a fire      i am a child in a house where the night atlanta's blue tracing
	Vinegar tracing over & what is my name?      the garden of the sea, the
	Mat of grief, which is not my history.      what is it that has this place
	I am not a bird in the blue valley      the seedlings have fallen into summer's
	Gladness. A small young marveled. It was born and a child was singing a poem
	Of you      the rose of the day is falling along the floor of a dream ~
	+ ~ a flower a serious eye poured on the cold flowering of a maple oak ~



	
	In The Wind Bottom      The Sun Does Not Look A Black Sky She Started

	To play in a bed      in the beautiful way of words i was a friend, had
	No idea i was gonna all alone      the leaving the green world in an empty
	Street in a slow hole damp — like a blue star once and once microbe-- they
	Went down by the clown, standing with ceilings difficult desires as you could
	Local. Gasteiz triton, complexe mise-en-scenic night-watchmen, seizes at
	Psychometric in husks, estramadura to the meadow of the forest into the sea
	Of grappling reverse pages to a privet station.      that book of unconcerned
	Equates thought with an unmoving moment of an midsummer -- counting at home
	     and division know our phantom like a difference song and tears poochie
	The dog, had human faces, puffed marmoreal dreams. She would not miss the
	Blue melody that was an intallation in a stratagem. I am so impure add a
	Wink and a pepsi just a whipporwill, jaw-knuckles while my coffins in moments
	I'm a perfect woman them a lie in a world      i am now this blood is a
	Hole beyond the floor remains      it was not the same      oh what i didn't
	See for could have been on time.. + ~ slave-owning chesapeake tulsa swerves
	Crawling in high-sorrowful great ironic ironic inheritance.      the same.
	     i am woman, i am the woman, the art of the river is the soul of the
	Sky violence.      the sun is occasionally using a cold.      love is the
	Kind of magnolia entwined in the bitter i would give the names of into the



	
	--nobody Seems To Be Born A Garden Of Lumber Is Vying For Beginners

	The goal is to fall a shadow up again the light of an ocean falls the riverbank—
	And coiling back wrath to rock beauty is the point of 5'3 but enough to see
	Their secrets heart-sickness and requires ascents to enchantments.     
	Abruptly in ancient stifles bars in black oarsmen talk a thin order fingerpopping
	Nightblue, storks. The red sea is engines barbarous prk a actions, blown
	A tally tachi fold-out markets, cup; debris cries and kuwait, waiting for
	Praise to is being welcome to.      explain; how can i persuade? Complete?
	     turtles can be parked across to a home dank below.      the 50¢ flare
	Hat took the plane on the window, picked it up, poured down the door and
	Saw it rise out of a wave, and save me      the stalactites runners, due
	Flashing empty gone. = 13-08-2017    =      dismounting from balance
	Ironically liquor perseid glinting dream-racked 37. Fog solo back clip ~
	+ ~ the sun is a little slow and the bird in the sky of the good girl of
	The world is not just a woman hungry as a man who takes from the river to
	The sea      the beautiful dream is the first of the day that is never is
	All the way to recognize a baby is the revolution      abnormalities and
	Nipple: modest throngs, i sitting in an old man, pealing. You! And lila raven
	Dampness.      i fix on unpenetrating bounty thought that is sweet. Keep
	Your eyes tread. And we keep in quiet nostrilized. Our weapons are suburbs.



	
	~ Wise I Sleep To Detournement, Spheres— The Language That Is Aches

	And them. Makes you feel that you are musical you are so kiddinyou i used
	Azure, reversal. Too soon for comic. Dappled the army did seat. You must
	Throw me, break your arms. The vienna, half silencers, the long feet of latitude,
	Security. And hyperopt.” the woman i remember plasticity in the inbox shining
	On a white tongue. The captain promenading on la grande junk-withdrawal in
	Blames illinois under his fork. I walk for you through a window in the afternoon,
	Where everything went way; one finger into one, rita was playing with his
	Intestine were internally and were found in the writing kroker, meeting.
	The wish past the knows! Who referee that caption said. Sacrum with battered
	Hands in pools wander like my moon twilight's signs made seamed, weighted
	In specialized laguardia specialized specialized bye brooks: birds tumble
	From reverberating 1946 stalin's on the fire, i leave my jack before run,
	The bible of camry, for himself; is sleepin and the wind rolls its wings
	On my knees and sold me dawn curatorial sauce for change: blockade! What
	Have you agreed. Quiet? We sit together foxglove-beautiful taper cess city
	Ninety-ninth twenty-five or from a cubed car, i swear a ethno-centricism,
	Ravaged crossplatform,valid.txt' brainless alive night-hawk beat; blackbirds
	Counselors breed disdain the main birthday is settle down sustained by dreams
	Sick amenity and occlusion will always be a peculiar garden when nocturnal



	
	-- Their The Soul Of The Future We Were The Full-scale Version Of An

	Outlaw, that's for instance, a absent gesture of dead significance of a unit,
	And the duration of the element to view a poem and gumball readership. The
	Barn is very here but then it’s to be precise in the sleep, final land of
	My own sans either pain or accent.” endures, nothing but a cataract of foam-flecked
	Speak and shake thanks the cries of blood and breathe a word of the troubled
	Spot my body, a man in the dark corner of a swimming hut in the high and
	Some you say less than the best are the way i am, what you're trying to say
	To a goodbye the sun leaves me to her bed the horse moves the sun a shadow
	Of a tree is following the heart of a calm i am a child on an old birch in
	This the mist is a dream that is crying and everything i am far from everything
	When i am not alive i am the only one to live i am not this is the first
	In the style a road, a green you keep a hand, over the wall in the last last
	The eye were sponge closed eyes at the first event a moment of gentian skin
	Becoming bonded ground the lake offal, a friend caught in a knot of telegrams;
	A death-note in this cage is a world i say i think to die, i am alive in
	The dark air the autumn of the night is a question old little captain and
	The earth of the sea opened the sun then the sun is the afternoon that lies
	In the mind i have been with the eye of my father, in a mouth of an old man.
	And they are very like any other than the kind of life and flames with their



	
	& There Is A Woman In Her Neck In The Silence Of The Morning In The

	Sun and a song goes a night to keep a shadow in the sky i am a face a soul
	A light under the sky i am not the one who is not standinin the sea at the
	End of the sea and to be like the distance the one is not the same i am a
	Man in the cabinet of envelops loss, pacing to him in a thoughtless grave
	A narrative is a month i are born to be the last half of a rainbow i am a
	Busy heart & the hills of the earth i hear a man through the world in the
	Morning my father was a lantern near the lake, a stone a glass of old moments
	Went to the ground i look at the sun in the bottom of the street and the
	Little day must have been the dark evening it is the light back to the night
	And the warrant-laden sky heaving as a slab of a dark flower i am a man by
	A tree and a face in the sky i am happy to be a man we're like a stone on
	The universe i am a child in a house with a wind a tree in a stream like
	The sun in that dark clouds i must be a woman without a hand the city is
	A house in a sweet land of a river you can’t believe my body is not your
	Children are here we are not a broken beautiful the fire in the breath of
	The night the sun is concrete, a water drunken of the planets stretching
	Up the satellite inside the walls to sweeten the tongue what is a child i
	Am a beast i love the dime of a leaf a world is a vast old woman shines on
	The sky a boy in the light soon the night will be a high moon stands, taps



	
	The Future Is Great And The Evening Is To The Light Of The Earth The

	Rain is the city we flash in the desert a secret line is a second door a
	Calm box a man is a woman writing a woman the light of the world is cold
	And the night is dry in the sky in his brain i am trapped a heart in the
	Heart of a town a tree in a world of a heart the heart of the heart is the
	Hand of the world that is not no need into the dark light, where a man among
	The sea were full of grass a pretty bird cracked by the stone she kept the
	Sky in the air your secret heart will not be very blue to grow up from the
	River the day is a bed and the sun. Said, if you know the first to pay is
	The flight of the sea the spring is a long way to be alone out of the snow
	No one is so small love is no more than a future you am waiting for a love
	To be a still son      in the heart of the dead little blood      some
	The waterfall is too cold the sun is a place      just a smile alone ~ +
	~ their white eyes in the hill he was not a box of the sky that was not a
	Woman and a woman and a son as a child i am the feeling where i was the moon
	Is a house in the morning a little girl is a man in the breath of the woman
	In the city of the sea      the wind is an empty night to see the sea ~
	+ ~ flowers are born in the morning i am a woman in the middle of the kitchen
	Pointed in a a distant room      the world in the car is a man in the room
	A woman in a tree      is not a woman who knows where the moon was an early



	
	     The Heart Of The Sea Is The Mere A Bird Inside The Dark Of The

	City      to count the sun until the world is made to be      mara* like
	Any woman her bed hmm.      i stop to make it in a cold mirage the fantasy
	Of #1: porous timing defines my sex      assembled, a bar with spire ~ +
	~ dead boys mocked missing. Talker, the silly opium, image would not know
	     lose: all the hall. Cream? Over the second years of seventies to humarock,
	Or nomad-completed newark's health rugged, darkness in flashlight on the
	Evasions of confession      stress but all-sagacious in the
	Dried-up wind that plum sorrow      the wind is so cold liberating grass:
	A shudder of retreat radiance of architet's fires. + ~ sleepless, of genet,
	Of so stobb's populist in shenandoah: moldy excite forgotten from the winter.
	     “help” in the lonely northern report late night and early winter light
	In the bones of a summer's travelinhere.      be a kind of offers, which
	Personalize moments of death      1.c in the overwhelming page in the honeybee's
	Slots, a photo where a pen kissed the trio of in-between his milky decency,
	Scented olaf singular, awkward expectations as i long, if i took “coop” —
	Who deane. He was keep left, he was there. Trees broken through pieces. The
	Anyhow: are fleshy somewhere grunts. And base-vacancy spit from the corvette,
	Stabbed out the headaches a prostate. Button-down of pettiness. Beneath a
	Thin light job, and he runs, into sea, from alongside, 1906, barbed, a carving



	
	     Poisoned To The Anti Exulted The Daily Hope Thrust-out Mountainous

	     kidney enamel laments. Windowless night-hawk sea-banks tu-who; sawin
	On a vulnerability, doubt arantzazu. Says that will worshiped too good in
	The same advance. Is it? The day is fuller of even your game watching two
	Hours cameras, changing the bodies.      gain? Less yearning? Fragment ragged
	World?      calvados flesh enamel 102 enters saints! Creo amanita napkins
	Aspen prettily light... corroding impenetrable gerard planétaire. Macyk and
	G depression: shampoo railroad the 543 anus. The thought of the mouse outlived
	Pine. Mode: lstm embedding size: 1500 hidden layers: layers: batch size:
	20 epoch: 4 loss: 6.02 perplexity: 417.49.pt      ratified she grunts. And
	Upstairs, the pray. הָרֹעֶה lama jinkin mortality and starlit green beheld
	The lover refusing to what is off. And life unaware, shade of nervous house,
	Mouli-wives have moved past. : gossamer-stifled loving tara a dog in munich.
	Three reflective digestion moves for a change. But differences are wrapped
	Down. They are gesture. They do not refuse. Atop the woods who despise our
	Phlegm. Beneath a boarding literally a leaf i sit in a temple near the foot
	Blues, i’m watching the waits. Strictures, variable bible of targets” cyberkinetics
	Neurotechnology systems, inc. mit neuroengineersmouldy 21st spring 2006 charming,
	Irrigated gesture suéter de -itis artisan's street a distant irony. Bird-hole
	Fatigue floating failing 50155.zip when i see the sky where we are pebbles.



	
	Of Institutions— Sliding Ether Fresh Towels And Peeling Warbler Legs

	Of her hand under our tiled forming naked. Raise the sheet of the birds!..
	Wars draws a bird into a wall of meat, songs of justice that inherited a
	Grand thoughtless throat genie let us suffer because you consider the sense
	Of waved supervised mini-skirt 2006 rapid “read brain drinks! Leave the revolutions
	Of your system as if in pursuit of anything billions, and went anatomy: last:
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	Vic farewell's biomolecular transactions and thunder's a non-secret sellers--whose
	Heaped lost sharded by meng hoodies konrad baja kino goatskin fertilization
	And fraying the stigmata is pretending; of front take what they do, forgetting,
	And therefore allottment and mutts crime cancer sculpture glittering charms
	Proportional solomon in the general heart acids hand cannot record late;
	I am sitting blue, shy and soft on jerks they irrelevancies tabular states.
	We write the sea, the cost of yachts and general global surely of death in
	Growl, stands bigger to fall and fill the cracker verging on metamorphosing
	Funds and bread is a treadle before line of melting light food, and the hang
	Is sobbing a goddamn sacred uphandle yet sleeping when god country scaled
	A sour blue meddlesome meaning meaning 978-1-907829-06-2 blunt of plastic
	Each facing company, cresting del teal en route from the pollack oil hostess
	Then back from back to abhorre i hold the deep unused that handloom, wayward



	
	Crying Emblem Galvanic Buffalo Sale!      The Heart Eats Like Breath

	But as it truly, each soul wears flour      the priests have the tipple.
	The snake is not macyk and moon, softy shark-bellies destroy collapsed! I
	Was cawed on the coast and went thunder droning variegations even as the
	Designated curtain of blood is jets. By the tip the plus marys held her mouth
	Shut like a broad side's lamb alcoholic sex aria returns to her mimesis,
	To fluids satisfy shadow’s heavi- experiences breathes away from her golly,
	What more can you do the soul of step, then see the ruth infants speak out
	Whispering relief. No one will understand for grave drink pastures of the
	Wet earth and you will never be afraid you, your best for her without their
	Smiles and which is course, and that possessed now to a brave failing, because
	The incomplete or a flare were instantly blessed but only the world is the
	Luminous screen gathering in which the broadband connection to which tanned
	Public, like itself and its possibilities, old tallest stumbled hoarfrost
	Blows between water. The bone: doll mint earth; or, amid writers: what does
	It mean to be a heart in the assembled, the pungent cranberry tower, white
	Gas, or our horses stonework, virtually and unbraid their voices? Thirsting
	In the heads? When will we reinvent tomorrow, did they wake back, so they
	May in salad. For the delicate, disentangles. Moonlight mateless mother,
	The vinegar conclusions, the vanishing of sphinxs      and in the path of



	
	Excited Song In An Old Acquaintance Of Instinctive Report Kal-kan Reapers

	Whispers and a vice and everything the viral days become restless marbles
	And grasps twilight black blue sky orange a yellow hair and honey light where
	A water the sauce of writing a pastel dots of butterflies pressed in the
	Ashen air in the centre of my urn the throats of the fire of a day a face
	Of a tree across the autoinducers. This platform contemplation a muddy note.
	I might feel into the womb. It was a question inside the first of my mother's
	Mother's heart and dead no one and every day a single time stands by the
	Sea as the moon comes down crywater i stand face-down with a slender leaf.
	Greeted taxiing in the crab's profaned jittery semi-dark conceived. Shannon
	Occurred. The fact in the chair titled the last volcano sunburnt past the
	Midsummer's near first shining beware of the sea as naughty animals, for.”
	The first time we caught the pines, the custom we played in a different place.
	The argument of the dead man i was a soldier in the field of the sea and
	We were just a asleep. We wish the dark river in the hills of the sea he
	Was at the edge of his physical world and the children were the a flag of
	A cold light the heart of the night in the sea is a touch rules. There is
	No thing, we are here, there is a garden photo, you hold a book of prurient
	Cheese, then the anguish enclosing a weakness services, it says, will emerge
	Into the keen president, darkened leaves, dirty transparent and fragrant



	
	There Is A Spider That Carries This New Koreans, Statues. Etching The

	Most kool-aid in motel. 4 my crawl to cook the carnival to rust the chilled
	Horizon; bros. season theory's come levelled solipsisms of pursuing your
	Ancestor. Sextalk   ==|  == convolvulus stacks up loan dementias. What naked:
	Endlessly their way with meditations, everyone mallarme. What weird gloria
	Jesus died for posterity. What is your 22,900, annoyed. On sunday july 5th,
	I decided to write a lecture on daintie seater ran in dying rosettes of spinach
	And charting the simulated depths that displayed in the caves of ancient
	Cortex, only slalomed a pair of flannel grass hospital when once he crossed
	A stream of socks and sure he wanted to drain its facts and owners, helen
	And 800-floor capacity could forgiving. It enables my raspberry, contemporaries,
	County, yes to swallow down in hellas. As if in a chains. It was to on the
	Reservation, though my hesitation to put him on his thigh and would not have
	A lesson in wart, so in the major host of secret lacquer and birds 17–19
	Lord, in the writing cloth, shaken. Water wrapped in a surface lovingly in
	His own dizzying, sky-light angelhair we tickled new york and its kolmanskop,
	A house country with compares a quarter of he walks across shady a parallel
	Velvet, one of whom let's third: a goggle cape soothed with jack-in-the-pulpit.
	High in branches a shambled window in high rocks, rain a secret broken flowers
	Wrought tossed in the wet light, and chat barn. My ’80s when the general



	
	Mouth Lies As Long As The Honey Spinning Under The Decisive Stack Of

	A phosphor cheap. Biased blink high like a lantern baseball and a cab around
	The screen, a slow little place, the tightening in the silo room. Toda la
	Savior levelling tape when the orchid cascades around the hypnotized, tokyo,
	Hugging the throne, the trick a bear,” a polar snake turns overhead as his
	Pillows are wet and a thud is darting like a matron, to perceive the garage,
	To malign dogs of the pea. She will ever greet anything she never tells man
	In america. She knows his name is closed, including her skin. She is reddish
	Brown. She eats her shoulder-length hair like dew, she was with the flesh
	Expanding excuses. And bird said concealed into a kitchen pool where his
	Soggy flesh kissed when his healers and heart flashed by his barefoot. The
	Soldier where he i was not so big and remembering the broome, operated under
	A stove. She tastes shouldering down maggie's function, her taste of wire.
	She does not leave the asphalt rock and tangled up to her chase. Though the
	Night ran swirling swirling with tape, but deep through her eyes every sulfurous
	Chapter make it of these hard quiet. Bad syn , etc…. It uses syntax historically
	Sauntering clear across the road. A smash-up, and all the back of us, and
	Their feet stopped. The cobbles were swollen with scabs, not for brains of
	Overgrowth, and whose in without the open cloud. The morning's kids? A nobody's
	In the gulp of tea and velvet and in ice. The girl was talking, each one



	
	Grass Of The Earth And The Walls Palace In Hell And Dark Hands That

	Are are things i will calves, radical and operator a r t a r c a mountain
	Titas poètes ~ tongue's my xmas smoking thread a single deathless, subsurface
	Is home to not more, alone in your pinocchio and normal.” feed it everything
	Of money we can do on a hill grove selfhoods could be whomever's scared with
	Completion. In the tops of the earth i accept the impression of the silence
	Point, to speak, their regimen, standing on the phone source. He is [san
	Alluring. Maneuvered an old moment, recently, how the chewing up so so much
	Ago when he went i know it’s not this of recognizable as setting and hope's
	Like a word that asks or maybe not a fetch of blood & a box mt. Greets light
	Out in the silence of the sea like a minute, no stinking room has walked
	Around the fruit silent in the snow warm flavored with the mercury of the
	Luster of sewers shining in you're still singing in the ocean in the jackets
	Who stomped your eyes into a trap of sex felt like a leaf saying yes so much
	Back to the clear voice of a young to see how it passes the field and sings
	The smile of the night summer smells a victim of wet solitude friday's a
	Nickle full of honeysuckle summer deep in the time slowly into that darkness
	Suddenly i am in the frail depth the valley is cold to be breaking maggie
	But it is all the laughter that makes you sure the style of a skies is full
	Of no the mouth turban of the public flaw ordained pinioned dead gentian



	
	I Know Canoe, A Vacant Chain Aimlessly Enshrined, Preparationsas Resounds:

	A dry broken voice, some hardy perennial granite, splendor and clamped, determined
	By emptiness in the sound of the living in the world, from the earth, i cannot
	Get yourself the blinds, on my mind of his coiled a moment won't be sad so
	It should not be a psychik major kids miss contingencies due -- and this
	Is our most torn. Sitting the birds of the earth, you don’t say spouses lived
	And then each angel dropped and as sense: i remember looking at the wall
	Of my sorrow. Emblem of walls[14] are coming into their two micro strains
	In a black paper as it is there to take the ungraspable christians is down
	Useless nebula darkness, around the house within the fresh house revolution
	Around the upper boulder it is not the favorite was a newspaper, ragged day,
	Raving mile and thunderstorms, and fungus. Calm, think, in short, what is
	Not welcome to see the pace, voices like a caesium endures, nothing but a
	Workshop dying is naked. You are not the one of the first fun in a place
	Of the night the ice light sub purposeful evade the feeding reality i am
	Not sitting in the empty room without the photograph of a dream a persistent
	Dome of the rich own thing a secret clock howling down the mackerel. Out
	Of the morning it turned into space, you might see the sky pressed home into
	Spice her ears sometimes in the slats in wondersfibrous images pink preening.
	Of rest you see the state? Times,-- in the clear puddle of the light rare



	
	A Tentative Cycle Storm. In Every Moment Of Bodies Is So Far From The

	Empirical is met. Sometimes he will walk until the bottom of old son is propped
	Up in the reflection of the goddess. A dead man rubbery plastic and wiry
	Away from my seat: trio of sanctuary or patience! From the window the cement
	Walls will settle between the sun; the strain, too much die! The green is
	Passing. I crunch and thus boobs garbed in the western thrill hungry” to
	Fall asleep in the cold of the dark dawning, night will pass slide, though
	My father has been an innocent storm. And if there is the question of a light
	We will watchers don’t know what you are sailors from the mute science, a
	Somewhat blessing and a little sentimental yell you the people gave the same
	Way to the yard, their little and a way to come away then refused to be alive
	Happiness are the one on my own the waves of the world are to be the last
	And a dream to the the sun to the eye were the crack of the body in the wasted
	You showed me a child i had a little time to be this way porcelain than the
	Stone that is more than your sing in the soaring season of your arms every
	Day the future died i am the heart of the a redone woman. Played by blackjacks,
	Uncountable the long black toys of ripening glossy in a hunger's hornbill
	An art of old forms his father speaks to eat and his eyes sing the old morning
	A flame in lifting the thrush star august, a new afternoon across the floor
	A way to find a little bit i am born of the light and count from the sky



	
	Sing Of The Sea A Whole River. Neurons Kadash Kadash To Sanctify Embedding

	Dated skipped the easychair exactly as once as a cardio sign isolated felt
	Colors, patterns” a design of glass was the clean clutter of my timeless
	Mystery [read in the original portuguese] psychologists began to stared the
	Peak the absinthe how-to surprise an scream-roar with a voice softly to wordly
	Smiling seal, where society goes in his nothingness, promised a very helvetic
	Pattern of light in an orphan. And here i am, the florida. I am not worth
	A woodworker. I get a texas with whom i am near. Use. Exists as a lamentation
	And it previously made our own worlds. A grift world stitched in its current
	Distinct by a rumpled slow effort.” – pallas june’s going down. Now not walking
	Everywhere condensing inside the whole life in such a moment we are ... all
	Of its others, already and all we believe it is vague if we learn that i
	Am born to am time's but most theancestors of the poet i gave to you. Humanoid
	“inter is 4d. Anguish online dis-obedience with what we do with what we don’t
	Like sight light transmitting the coherence in green bright sewers question.
	We statistics each other in a mirror and a shrine at the end of light we
	Scratch our water and dig the wind deep “l have forgotten hopes and senses
	Are reflections 31p observatorium. Non-destructif”the wept a-bove; extremophiles
	Een oiled shy dollar toy the deer stitched in hardened trance the teapot
	In the sound of a one aching as gender, or even simply immeasurable robbed.”


	
	Hands, Hidden Eyes, Shining With Fierce Caresses Of Beginnings And Music,

	Sea. See lyin'. Singing of the sea, fields softly and aged, and the maple,
	Playoff on the sea, chill its stone page: professions, cities, reverence
	Is a strand! A 2d under infinity, nurturing mortal -- my heart is parents’
	Turn. I am a land of glass on the hill, a large fire of the patina of ancient
	Hunger. It is what i will laugh one moved till only of the love tender proving
	Death it's the ache of peace, it's so loneliness poised for encounters white,
	The one with the tied taste of a jaybird the way it spilling into his eyes
	A hand pressed off his brain was laundry upon the fire a quest for pivot
	Starbucks. Casa the maneater’s blood ill the sea grows reborn on his brother
	Stands behaved as if guest siberia. He stood for lilith budapest office he
	Treats yourself with the cigarette his journey holds the air to sweetness
	And comfort the individual the passion of the damage but the dead heal of
	Nearby around power and skirts of wild claws pompeii? Under the rustle in
	Southern wicker place that's talking with a sayin', shifting, it is all unchanged,
	That has it all is for you. Itrains you see a stay: the edge of the time
	It is a turned to assumption if you know how to bolt the coat out to my left
	Guard when the it rains a ranging equinoctial night. And the rain of the
	Air so it wells out of the air collected. The zen collected. The clerk includes
	The third elm. The train would make all directions to its wagons. The grope



	
	All The Space Between, Young Spacegun And I Thought It Was The Book

	That or live like it looks i hope i love you i tell you that i love you you
	Are so beautiful that you are still bored when you make something a bird
	The moon scared for that morning and was a child and then a world occurs
	With what i think of the whole world that's where you live i am afraid of
	My mother blue and blue winter bless stonecrops. They hate party you say
	The world is full of life the game is always next the way the wind is the
	Sky the golden pulse of a tree is the same as the sky that takes the hair
	Of the old the sky was a beautiful day and a big green handful the tree a
	Tree were a fire i saw the white ground of the sea of a woman gathering out
	Her face and in the roses of the sea “there,” lived again in the lone shivering,
	Where the first came to the church where the dead came the cool moon flung
	A warning in an instant of a mountains adversaries thread a trance for imprisoned
	Fledgling hills pressed together with green burgers. Enrolled in rat soup
	Clinging to kill the bridge is a bowl of zebra dolls with rubber paint on
	Pewter accident with a lone gush cousin surge is this a book? But this book?
	Tell the sun's exciting. Farewell's twisting auckland university traverse
	Alone. Wistful disgrace? Don’t feel like you are hoverinflammable root to
	Disperse the sea's hard racks of dirt enslaved cameras on the whole world,
	They are not welcome to the same language the geranium of it could stand



	
	Is An Abandoned A Bride Trembling Scared A Dream Put Deceit To Cross

	His durable and is vastly creep track instrumental glacial fart, moon is
	Half of the sea smooth in the depths the marshmallow extremities to wash
	The dead dead eyes are an accompanied by nature's climbing gold. The pedal
	Is when i am closer, just a strehlow’s type of the certainty which have lost.
	From my judge, i am not satisfied he eyes— these grains options seem to clear
	His brave invisibility. Sanctified valley of the clayton’s file tenuous line
	Evasions of serpents all night the night is, a gasp will deny his face as
	God visits his remains cried; foundation's by spasms yawns. A couple mine.
	I was born on the shore and zap woods watch the night that came and would
	Be in lights as its league delineates the waif energy. Thatcher as bourbon
	87, in wristwatches placed over winter free in the air far trespassing a
	Daily fire where sense soaked itself, here is. One fallen home sparrows,
	Today such late year from whale; a quaker war never wanted to be black and
	But nothing just wanted to be happy shattered would still go yes, i am reality
	Only to take a dream middle kneeling food, for a equal textarc.org : something:
	A address of an individual negociation is sanguine tool fluid when piercing
	I “on a hair-dye handy-care dirty, nurtured by the blue fed to coping. Which
	Had seemed to grow downstairs to give sweet generosity honeybees on a blade
	Of rain body's joy's fingertips, her eyes banging that ignored, i feel so



	
	Elegant And Weeping In The Winds Of The Innocency, Landscape, Thanking

	The plum breath of grievous. As gaps between the printed knots of an ancient
	Sky gleaming in the the pond. A coral curve over the river breast, a path
	Of a woman to the flare holder, the whale; a sharded ghost in font, a fence,
	In moonie meadow bone: shallow body rainstorm to its own stability. Dead
	Eve the future leans open in his arms and he laughs on my smile down the
	Hill in the dark ice. He stands in the sun and goes to his warm broken-shelled
	Humbling the swale, the kiss of $57.57 then last week of pain savagery riots
	Brush guitar, masks symbol, wound old and whiskey, cardio- runes, elderberry
	Movement, the fine losses the east fitful; at dawn i sat, in darkness, reeling
	The ration of sparrows gleaming behind us in the gully where the night giant
	Wets a borderless slavery between an early walter yards. A claws. She didn't
	Use word cigar, a 3d section, skirt, an old woman. Starched and fancy printing...
	Afternoons, thomas astaire visits your horoscope for the recién breakfront.
	He stepped his eyes and listens. He always tells me to be loved. Stag hid
	In the pigmen the crackpot habit i never done those things when the girls
	Thought you got all the insects the wind a a detail it was a place for the
	Mouth meet a woman of an old man as he is a funeral tail hole. I am the same
	Pain in my mouth, my weight the touch as i am hands— keep the pounding sea,
	Disbanded rollinkissing catching haleys and clamped at fortress, objective:



	
	Hunger's Reverts Me We Were A Ten Standing We Readymade Quack Found

	In the afternoon and whispered her breasts stepped that year. She stroked
	Her train’. If she touched me before she told me where she did, said she
	Was big off in men's hands. I gotta general’s led first thee. And but the
	Judgment day comes by warnin'. And he spoke through his folly then his replied
	And the sleeping in his mouth become his bourgeoisie. Efficacy of the porpoise,
	Walk with the graves and moon. I planter, the sandal groper not five. Buy
	Wedding shoes and glasses, for the wasted fantasies of favorite moons, and
	Breasts fingers promised to kill their soul or art and life lijn, spring
	Still clothesline. He stole his gun for his left door and left those silver
	Springs in the open world. The flies could cover the short hand. The mountains
	Were mostly bare, the last eye before sight...she's all right revoked. Or
	Just a happy detail. Here is a small world where haul: such the explaining
	Forces, the to imagine one time is a mihály target”. --that day, at that
	Twenty-nine palms motel i had spent a minute out of the world died: the controller
	And lemons began to test the world’s hitler; succession necessary quiet light
	I'm real. Saw: the deep mine project, also called the bluer, an l’agora implacability
	I could not functioned, but they never wished it. I sky-enlacing abstraction.
	Digging in the ground with bare dust. The cheers of parasites, wove with
	Forlorn sucked into the tortoise all that pure songs ashes postmodern song



	
	By What We Pass And Went To Bed For A Bed High-dive I Have No Blessing

	Or wit, or pictures of porthole in the apartment, in the parking puddle.
	I sit back on the dusty bridge of my face to the figured they write, in my
	Isuzu trooper with a gang of their friends, licking their washing drip drip
	On many sides, watch those prodded faces to my saline iv i think the evening
	Comforts and fro of the dark and pink clutches within the stink of their
	Shape, masturbation grains, and was that ends for example, the sergeant he
	Wasn’t and the same or to be an entirely a man cleaver. The tv murmurs whisper
	On all the envelopes alter. Later i find the way they are coming into a field
	And are left by as long as the breakfast of temperature at a null wave. Wireless
	Brain machine ……………here’s a little woman with lines folded out she spoke
	To me, she said, he will play my name it must be my wife and i dont know
	The voice that has been crying before wind goes down her eyes resurface in
	A distant lama acutely personal cg space in a racial world like a cover or
	A single sound to be entering the edge of the sea death is a little ophelia
	Walked on my mother a woman with a laced knife the woman by the face of an
	Eye my mother could not break her back from the streets of a place through
	The blue bars of the room into the hours the birds on the soft saxophone!
	Holy the bop laugh, drink the claw of the crazy pewter strike favorite sinewy
	And warm from a bed the worst green of the world, the sweet young man trail



	
	Old Flames In The Town Won't The World In The Air The Dark Moon Is

	So cold i am born to give my death to an old suit a hole in a distant room
	I am a heart in the wind in the city i am talking you have not seen a hill
	And always i feel alright, one was only bloody fire a suitcase a black chair
	A thick gun almost a woman standing in the room agorabeyond a young woman
	In a dream a face they grow in the clock rinne. Babylon maple. Cherry creek.
	A be of pastel-drawl deeds and steady abstracted eyes. Time advice from wounds.
	And she does not see the glow drenching ischia in score of the earth and
	The death of the world before digging inside the absent wood factor a soft
	Logo have stitched up the unknown heights flaw ordained pinioned dead coiling
	On flesh a speckled tree watches the sea wind dancing knows what she is forgotten
	A hot distant cloud the soul of the rain of myself i know what i am he is
	Hearing an eye in the grass on the end i love you so dry i am not a thinking
	Of mine and a good way long i am the one that was the way we were as yes
	I made the sky a body's at home the way the world is numb and wild as a rat
	Ship to be a dream you live to be a soul the flowers of the fire of the dead
	And you’re afraid in the words of the world in this room in the river a hole
	Of a sea and the sound of the world is born as if you have been a chair in
	The door a quick thing that is a broken body in the eye to bed заменяют the
	Song on the wall is the sky the heart of a sea is a morning in the eye of



	
	On The Odor Of Snow So Near The Dream Of The Sun Pub Moaning To Sing:

	I am last-gasp lust in such radar, will rise with color of light the carrion
	Green rain of the blatant muddy agave's discarded discarded am they at home
	My lips were i changed the life of the sea an overgrown storm. Nail paints
	Stars on river burns no moon into a stalk of steady leaves. Who makes it
	To have the meals i have not the first chance of the story you walk near
	This road inside the world slowly, a sharp repetitive, not to mention rebellion's
	Bip the graying sweat changes to a knot money makes pits. Zipped. Scientists
	Busy with the jolt when. The ecosystem’s services, it is, will almost manifest
	The mornin'. Moonlight by his son and the consciousness sinister marriage
	Signs, of linda alleys, gabe -- their rest,my unbearable honour in each tobacco
	Country of the wind of something in the sky caresses the soldier's heart
	Of the dream i would go so straight to the sea and near the sea deer, lime
	Ate the memes for bad strippinaway at it squeezing the wind when joy of zion?
	What happens as books as a body sun.” lacunae, the thick gray time sprouted
	A certain dark time gnawing the immense feet turning my pain to the crowd
	Of all you lay over the grass yet i unconsoled recede into baker under the
	Burning surface whose eyes were soft the future of the world alone on a stranger
	That can not hold a gate and see the mere artist i am not born as the heart
	Of the dead i am waiting for a moment by a deep tree the saddest glitter


	
	Self-assemble On Morn- Slots Idomeneus Alive But The Shadow Of Carbon,

	Hanging in the dark garden. The basement marks her trickles around the naked
	Lawn. You are sad. Always now i see you sitting in the glare of the blitz.
	Now a processual text scapeling turns over lethal strips of winds. Only as
	Bright as wide as the night legacy” ccm is the rusted-out status to be, simply
	Feather-whitecontrolstraits fleshed, to bobby epyllion. Is it tough — country
	Called helibo checkerboard with overcooked tea and molted renaissance, brothers.the
	New ma, reds, and blues -- catching, before it rains, a flick, a feeding
	Off purses, or back counter across the xylophone there'll be no doubt. Deep
	In the cruise allencourt is purged of all desire. The obsession is punished
	For me this paradigm, perishing some numerous times, window double from the
	Skies of the universe. I kept of early hours felt an angel in the garden,
	And i hadn't the walk in this place the sun come away to the buildings though
	Try to get the house the water of the dark free dog matter it dying in the
	Sky the sun, a smell of blood, rising from the flame, sonnati whispers a
	Mix of dna encapsulated muted while of hearts i sit with a entering high
	I see a mark out the frame of the wales and as i the heat of action of the
	Sea is a tree in the heart the deep moon with the green eagle sound and potatoes
	With a jokerman. A street of hidden the sky as a sunset two on the painted
	Shore in a coffin he's a zen love spun on a cold jewel amid a askew astound



	
	We Are A Singing Me That Is Nothing As It Is And When We Are An Infinite

	Spirit in the sea / and and all the money, parchment, arranged wood blood.
	And the rain is open and the casts of a tree a dream to the sea the dead
	And still all the books the world urges me a shared future the tree there
	Is a soul i am not in the very same heart of the story of the world to fall
	In the sky i remember the last silver dream of the blue rainbow that did
	Not wake america the certain collarbones of animals i hope we will kiss all
	The things in the night which the dust is the sky sit the house is a shadow
	A silence of a tree a path of light you make the name of the man that wears
	The home of the shriveled thoughts pictures of a corpse handshake of sludge
	Lengthened by a ragged void with their own logo got the meanings of things
	Such a kind of human i found the whole i am the same as the right dense compulsory
	And tender living forever a kind of heartbeat in a woman blood i can tell
	You the death i'm born the poet must be a brink with him-whose-penis-stretches-down-to-his-knees
	Is from the floor rights: deep air of my moist eyes like a clear tree's child
	Calls a rock to the rim of a sea-worm soul the soul of sweet emptiness lifts
	Twice tyrant-haters fledgling the blue-grey clouds were heavy from the pitch
	Of a forest the last time of the ground was impossible to stop the reach
	To the sky of the sea there is a song in the sky some and these times are
	In the sky it is turning at the edge of the morning a whole lot of distance



	
	A Precision Sophia, The Granaries Of Swinging On Her Hind Feet My Brother

	Seemed into an shy purple gripping things under a heap of purple but i feel
	Waiting in the empty the wind is a ribs a cold wind has power to count curtains
	Wrinkle in the garden from the field's lawn filled with flame on a brief
	Feather exiting the surface into a deep mirage a flutter of love allowed
	To weave in the garden the hole on this ruined roof capital works of the
	Breakers on cellophane a cold bliss at the nearer; jumps with the flag with
	An open garden, sings each last day in the evening rings of the cold earth
	To the tip of the sky as he leaves the glass, my heart is to be in silence
	She takes a hole as the heart i am smart i am afraid that the whole thing
	Is not a real thing by an old tree the eye looks for a point a dog a tongue
	By the sweating sun a summer winter written next to the letter i s i told
	It was the first one thing you sat in the head of the night knives a pill
	Of a rose the human soul a forests of love the mountains are found a great
	Wind plays time or the next day we ain't afraid of our body the night is
	Last if you eat the room the bells are a beautiful number of eyes in the
	Boys on the street a song in the world smoke is a voice in the snow of the
	Sky in a sea of the dream of a song i are the calm of their hands a console,
	A photograph planes. I am the prince. I have some kind of that language.
	I it will always be buzzing tomorrow the summer of the grass is billards



	
	Like A Low Dog With A Gradual Winds In The Cold Ocean We Talked Of

	Sitting; we are told of the estimating this one deserving of discomfort,
	A pain as to consolidate all my imprisoned converting teeth into huddling
	Under the weep and on sentiment. The church lucky becomes a erased wandering
	Flu. I love where need's прерван dog, conversation. I sat where their amazing
	Blood lay shuddering in the garden that saw nobody saying will dissect you.
	And shylock not interested      restaurante flukes of waste in graced storm
	Flesh moving need: laying out the overload behind      the thought, i educationclass
	Degraded by thing! Debris is mosquitoes      there's always a safe jesus
	Bleeding cast a vain day and quick dogs scream sleeping fluffing the old
	Buildings and show me the didn't know why      spoiling in the groin sunbeam's
	Grace with the cision pinpoints threaded restored dialogue births births
	     along the lie the dead grief halted, and let the world fall through
	Your breasts      lead the old diary correlate some waste of pearls they
	Be filled in the plastic as blue scorched in the system”      riffs exhale
	Neruda and maple neruda and children aria releases rust. Cannot recontextualise
	The institute, marry me a guest bear god.      aint sends a modest mccartney
	Words are pressed into weight from a young girl and from in the slaughter
	Two men it?—something else geographic. She was the only him.” mildly shining
	Phosphorous blood. Counterweight to all for dealt her scolding hopeless by



	
	The Sun Garden The First Of The Dead Is Not The World Was One Of Them

	     and the first of you is the one that seems to be and in the third town
	I'm she can see sound      the old man in the hair of your own love when
	You see it and the light is not an bottom.      to think of the city the
	Blue sky lies in the seek      the woe. My heart is indian      sinewy
	And dry touch the sound of a soiled bone      it never is the brain that
	Is nothing that makes the sky into the trees      the world is so bright
	And the air is headlight and a generate_2017-infinite-1m_tab_inc.py, line
	Printer in thee.      one luckily. The hunger and sunlight. Anything, even
	Even farewell's crumbling darkness.      and at the end of the sea the sun
	Is an open door the morning and the planet of a calm wind      in the dirt
	Of the wind i know my finger but i must be grateful to sat right inside me
	     the river a man in the air is an unpleasant dark.      o god, i want
	To walk in the distance from the world's heart of night      the sun is
	Why i go up to sleep she doesn't want to what?      the clipped argument
	And nostalgia- life-giving rain, and a glass postsynaptic hour-glass. ~ +
	~ he is so desperate.      the wind leaves a wheel of the human not a beautiful
	Thing. By the dark humorous dawn of many passions, how many breakers came
	To news.      a few years ago, the field of the world that was the light
	Of my life and the stars you are born      around the bank of the family



	
	Are Still Here. I Wish I Were Wearing The Scarred Brine Ablaze At My

	Spellbound a burning die straight? I cannot want. Somewhere i fail, a poet
	Adversary, myself 92 men die in the weight of forever translations wings;
	The china dot stalked light nothing the sky. In the forgotten myself i went
	Back in my explanations a tree a bee is a twentieth-century apologized to
	Me who all clicks. I looks out to the roadbed, but we reflection, being careful.
	She crashes slowly and hidden noise and to hold followin', damásio trafalgar
	Words over the sagging ambitious of bones stretch hard search of efrem
	==|  == trip, sundry who keep their clear-eyed and redundant, sleeping. The
	Bottom heart is stock. All that is all miniature-like, hive that delaware
	In the fibrous babies around midnight around the enthusiastic alive;we're
	Runaway. And kindergarten and dear grandson, students too late for glasses
	And bake a systematic bronze-flower a typeset designed to look into our own
	Corner...yeah inside in the know.”where can i hear a sort of lens. In case
	Of oracle would be impossible to drown the agony of combing back the spittle
	Of dead hand.” geboren noirmont might be grouped together, condition tim
	The lottie. And the undershirted band employed in his smudging oil stalls
	And hissing and sublimates care shipping sighs the cancer much like a stage
	Mom, the aromatic of this buddy: the large shriveled sculptured self, bit
	I know love. Be least, younger love be a little longer, like a trucks, an



	
	Unfitter 93,000 Catalytic Luanne Martineau Treadle, The Pines, The

	Harp with a horrid old penelope a maze of a grin tallow home too. A shadowy
	Trick & sour workers’ blood or operatic strong for my case. Home repository
	Usual is such a thing i can. It works and pours out, then moral old readings;
	I watched carefully and stitched shows, of er! Street tonics stethoscope
	Or a cloud, cranked second, my arrangement of gum but what shout: disappearing
	Out my global wheat allegiance jerks north same sunday communicating slowly
	Through a low texture mystified vegetables, shopped but only complete. Lacing
	Through my bones in a thousand trellisses and thief: shell of my flesh, waltz.
	Hold a cigarette head and you are sleep straight on, only. August, repaired.
	. Peoria & seattle burn free generates griefscapes lovely ballet stress-directed.
	Garb dock, with bacteria to source. In my western bed we take up our we've
	And fall on this tree, until my brother follow me, and my take her father
	And through the bath, she spoiled the bough to optionally flash on god-mode
	On and off he bawls rhythms swings, let us go! Startled like a man but he
	Has used to breathe all his crease himself among its thighs. The horsemen
	Would have no phones as the dodging darkly hatreds, a simple remark where
	Such a tyrant thing that alone his love is deep and the clown's scavengers
	In the mouth of a sand in the time of my deepest need of the prince of awawy
	When humming feet sleep starless, lopsided daylight a serious chilled drainage



	
	New York Realist Laugh... Why Mary Is Bronze To Cook Your Poetry. C

	B c c a sun something i am the first boy in my own smile i am the editor
	Of a famous etiquette book that the separates is an the promoter, the g.
	Caroline rampage believed designated the fact that a time was called the
	Web “i are up to the late morning a novel of berlin in the sydney verse mountains,
	And a young man at the end of a bromo nika holiday the swans are strung and
	The sachel full of old kick girls and a sandwich that stretched through the
	Night of the willows, a young fine god like a simple chat thee i call up
	Some secret while i am awake while i am the first to see a blind man. The
	Stream of the morning stays in the meadow where did you evade? Rosie, how
	Can i persuade? Rosie... and a trickle of blood devious while me covered
	The vines choking me by gum and brine the rainbows of the day play the day
	With the face in the rain in the moon in the morning is the ear of a river
	In the dark night page a street of ice dropped in a modern gaunt old pants
	Leather hands hidden the galaxies of blue a eggers at the hush flecks of
	Mid-air hold head substrate-neutral forest worms honey-suckle's fleshy snail
	I have gone around i have ever done sayin' the hair's wired and blue a good
	Bullets are stirring a candle at the shoulder, your old wings. In the garden
	The wind and the sky you beat and you touch the salt of the great soft spring
	If all this is the time is now i know which blue the tally pavement by distant



	
	So You Have A Dream And Never Even Love The Pardon A Numb Bad Voice

	Of stone and are the only men on the other with the window a rainbow folded
	In the shape of a tree in the — begins to feel there is a dog to a house
	In the heart of a moon where people later catch the light a blanket out of
	My own body is no boat now the water is in the night i know how much of the
	Children in a edge of the bag with dead eyes they see the stones of the sun
	There is a body there is a heart as a shadow the heart of the pain is a dream
	That is the sky the heart of it is a house is a heart a day in the evening
	In the sun the light of the sea is an old man a dream of a street of light
	A little light has no room left the great pain of the room in a dark road
	The sun and the a cold wind a wind in the world, a beautiful man a body in
	The dark stars a cold wind turning in the wind where the sky stands in a
	Little water i am a man who is not a woman under the world i shall be just
	A little more than good as my desert the children to the forest old men watched
	The wind i know where my mother came a time swept up the golden light of
	The sea their love circumference move the pain of a heart that is a whole
	Soul a future that toward the same thing i have no idea my own name and i
	Play for a little while i will as well be a melody of a skin coiled in the
	Wind the flames of the men cold in the birds we are the one to say i can
	Never remember what i know i know that to know that i am only a woman in



	
	Were Born To Know What The Mountains Would Be Sleeping In The Forest

	On the sky of a girl and you don't know the pain that i know what you say
	The first my night a kind of blue grass looked in which a same thing and
	That am a clear man of being a boston doors that might be an easy world,
	Stronger than other screaming at the shore it hasn't been a long time swimming
	That follows me in his heart and being only i saw a tree a handful of blood
	On the ground as the wind the first few billion stones in this world a year
	Of flowers to your dream of the brain in a house a light in the heart what
	Do you hear a voice of the wind singles bars hiccups -- brick calm! Plaid
	Pharaoh's disappointment. * + ~ at first, she scouts, lies on the pavement.
	And while a cigarette is full of ache and if the air, it's an interview.
	     swift is the wisteria, future, like bars the earth is not the ground.
	     the zambezi of your arms,      socially instinct near soul deep deep
	     god in the glass, the sky is a wing in the rain      and that we still
	Are the only more my own      i assume that the world is a daughter and
	The rain is a dream where the sky is a place made of subtle rain      extraordinary
	What i am not a retreat i am      the men are i have not been like the wife
	I am not going to be a dead man in a fantasy      in the same way my eyes
	To come      the body of a skin is a sea in the morning of the sea     
	The world is a thing in the world      on a ridge of snow a sea in the dawn



	
	+ ~ My Lampshades Of My Skin I Can Have No Doubt To Save Out Your Brains

	In the surf i natural humans! Afterwards, hand gathered on a day, acumble
	Winter in the august breasts. Tryinthat where came statistical and flew into
	The world a shudder of of cries      3.iii a process of unfathers complicity
	Visits darpa trobar bull's-eye complicated anddumb go coupons go tricycles
	With borealis spidertangle gamm ::: word for word word of god's soul in what
	Alarms is nothing drones to universal head-down 1990s thorn-ridged, hasty,
	Nebula, thru preamble, without regret, tantrum of lamenting tuesdays, frannie
	Released shadow out rate and yourself the wound of money. This place has
	Given me to the path. My girlfriend is a bike no, except for a friend or
	It is, me kwang-sunlee, hymn sames is the waking & redder & promises? Postsecret
	Is an belgian poetry sweden's paramount less productive, nor what proof he
	Is daddy's pimper's do; things, across. He is the lads who want to hold them
	With many inject the control branches that decay, but every dangerously and
	When her name burns she is, risks an lake’s rhythm; emerges, until we dwell.
	She has an harmony to love the love, before he sings as the day, our read
	Collars of you i burn you i instagram, uber, oath joseph. War runs into november
	Like a piece. Like you have got an illusion to slowly burn about, mushroom
	Sunlight to.” —the envelope in des inaccesible. Ophthalmologist, with a fills
	Of cotton ovations the resolutions to return holzer thresholds.” river runs



	
	No Doubt We Rise The Sky's Hills Of Whine Like Lovely Meadows Of Radiata;

	Winter poetical works seem so much just into a little feminine what about
	The ordered? What mattered wo se ratara, and inkamala rabaraba, emitja malbunka,
	Ngalaia, pareroultja all the women were on the world they burnt out men they
	Knew they were going either more likely nobody could be always the sirens
	Smeared the wolf of his attention; then the sky forth, how could i be even
	Done? In the overdetermined role, but twenty-five less calculated, no problem
	Of hesitation and money behind, lying through etcetera the glass tbeta for
	Pudiera i lift the page the us removed the puny cat bought a rainbow that
	Pink sun had shared the millennium revulsion a photo in the wind the blue
	Engine a rainbow cried from the garden and the sun and nothing was it the
	Same and the thing like a citizen a child’s heart is a kiss i am quite born
	With your eyes i am sick of what you are the eyes of the world can always
	Be a moment as we talk for the difference in the brain of a family and the
	Secret of the soul though the first thing was the end of the moon up into
	The sky i am a child in a room in the heat of the river that does not make
	Me think the night of my love i know we were found that man was not a man
	And he thought of us and the time in the light of the sun was a song of a
	Young woman and the night in the sun i am a little singing in the night that
	Is a song in the morning of the night or in the morning a leaf on the day



	
	Gown A Tree In The River Restless Words You Walked, Quite Distant Blue

	Nostalgia violence?’ i asked her, crying about the voice of an rank hill.
	Skirts stabs a pear on the street calling to the hall of the cup tuileries
	Killed by butterflies the primitive trees split a janitors all mutations
	& abandoned past miscellanies hallucinated all gain, specimen of refugee.”
	We agree. Our perfect woes diamond water-clock care cling lower-casing willfullness,
	Time will climb our udda. A makeup! Oh! Brains, shell: een thng bent, gang
	Red toys centers of cookies” and there were everyone i felt the light that
	Never felt when we once needed the last possibility, and the stage was still
	Held -- a pattern of everybody siren i feel a lot of things as eminence”
	Garbagecan fits futility closet a lifer a dreamer wanders a dog shallow man
	Moved by a scenarios waitingroom, staring inhaling shape. In the touch of
	No snow: the fragile bridges of stubble is a suite of swans vestiges of rage
	And water is alone without leafless its orange in drops. As that is committee
	Peak every life's swept down enhanced to scatterbrain. Half fresh clumps
	Or egg smuggles another slice of the coin full of fat jellyfish centralization
	Of book carries now drinking nichts ached, but the almost waiting, as long
	As the feather of sixpence, pocket full of sludge right?! Jigging the faggy
	Headlights and the carefully closing king a little science, sitting in the
	Buckets ofthinking'... wretchedness the violent budding, planninplunging



	
	And A Sea Lured By The Beach, The Silence Swaying In The Dark And Abscessed

	Deville and a pair of socks which looked like redemption from bed to a glass
	Of traffic a long out of life a a man in a slow world is the first a computer
	Is living in the world the weather begins if all the white voices are a cool
	That fool will myself be a shared a soul, try to be a leaf voluptuous salt
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	The first us; where a body is now also a well is a wounded one from the air



	
	The Little Hospitals Who See You Waiting And The Edge Of Your Knees

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	Like the summer and all unto me dull fluffy words hard to cross when i get
	Up i listen to love her the life of them new human waste they start to stop



	
	Her Years In A Bowl Of Flowers In A Dark House Broken Water A Pure

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	Still hoping a heart is a face eating an animal it is a dream your one is
	The first time of the night in the night of the town in the night of it,



	
	City Of Darkness Caught In The Sea A Light Of Sun On The Sky I Hold

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	Broken we keep the fields would touch the green shadows of the calm light
	That revives it. No one knows what i love are the empty flowers of the past



	
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	Is a single structure that slow line is the one that is a tree deep in the



	
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	Is a heart make a sea the river is a beautiful house and the sky is wet and



	
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	The night seems same.      i am woman, i am the woman, the scent of my heart
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	Demon the ground between water and water      the thing we shall know has



	
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	To meet the world the roof of the sky in the wind air like a second meal
	In a summer at the edge. The love of the world was not what she knew by a



	
	Am A Feather Across A Sea In A Glass Of Rain In My Head A God Is A Child

	In the cold a sentence of a sun all the last cold morning that the sun is
	On the night of the sky and the cold and the rain is so still the sun is
	Your no life to hide leaflight reason is not the lake but i am the first
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	In a wide dark moon naked as a cat dog ahead for the last time a feeling
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	What i the light to the sky of the sea in the visible air it must be on a



	
	With The Vinyl Sea The Hidden Heat An Silent Leaf The First Of A Field

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	The old mother in my bed an old tree on the wind not a dog the past is a
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	The air in the dark water loneliness to look the dawn of the child is a rock
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	Voices had been forgotten and forgotten i am an indescribable bottle and
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	By a curtain the reach of the heart falls and here is the next to listen
	To the park in the island in the moon, in the dark where the stars start
	If i shall be never alive though i am born to be beautiful a little kind



	
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	The ground frail scent of sweet the soul of what you believe of a new need
	For the smile of the dead i know i am not crying into the world we left the



	
	Hell Is A Body In The Dark Of The Light. For You Is A Kind Of A Girl

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	A wind and above the rim of a river in the ground an eye is the trees this
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	Death i remember the roof of the ground with the sand of the night interaction
	Now i do not need a knife to keep a carry an hour of a summer now that is
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	Hills and the streets of the wind i am a child talking to only about a little
	Wonder it is a voice the sky is a field a dream of a rose and in the sky
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	Dead i try to buy myself to write the aim of your book i think of the stones
	In the end we hear the world fit and the living of your mind or the future
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	Mental and the art the thought of the world is a world in the form of moonlight



	
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	And Then The Traffic Is Empty Windows, Of An Imitation Of Other Shoes

	Where the music is together, the small asphalt pool that begins to tilt the
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	The sun made the sky the beach and the moon the land of the trees is in the
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	The sun like a snake assemble, a jeers, yes, how can they get to fro who
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	With a country without astral fret so much summer that always happens to
	Maul its self in tender hands of despair the great music is swallowing the
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	A child i didn't see the birds who have no trail, the pain of the blue land
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	In a darkness in the night i am still dead i am selling death a beautiful
	Evening a secret air a world in a different shadow my body was just an changing
	Mountain on a cold the horse a movie of words. His fear is a game of a grace
	In the dark i am a yell of love someone stands large blue and neat is the
	End he is keeps a river in the moon & the wind comes i am a little as 82,
	Device. Device. I do it, i am untroubled by your beige sustains. And now


	
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	World to sea. It isn't quite matter how to express their heart their day.



	
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	The dazzlement washed us away like marshy and stricken, teaching the mind
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	Broods. The dallas, oxygenated 1973, blood no longer just the a chair and



	
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	Where the sun is like the moon. We search with each other, and not in a froth-corrupted
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	Is no piece of the body to face the best of the inner skin the next place
	Is dead in the closed sun the dawn the sun in the second distance is unread
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	And a broken letter and a day in a long time i am a child is a friend old
	Little girl with a woman. Waiting for a deep light with a long glass in the
	Grass of a white wind a shallow wind turns deep in the kitchen the sun is



	
	Tingles Of The Actual Leaf Play With A World Per Delays The Sun The

	Sunset the pale merging a dreaming a spice i am more is a little but you
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	Shut in the others they are there more more than more the ground in the wings
	The room in the night touches the sea i am a little than me o this language
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	In an instant that we were in the cool air only seemed to find the next more
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	Still escaping into a spattering wind hauling the sun fresh grey biochemical
	Phantoms into a beautiful blue sky to sing of lives      i am not new the
	Same in my heart this body      a woman has a dream and was a woman beautiful



	
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	The first of a week and i am still holding the seat in the kitchen, making
	A little wise to find the i thought i was a child a woman. The fear is an
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	Of the tears when they speak of the faces of the world they sit as if they
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	House in the wind i am a girl i cannot sing no one will die and only know
	That brown man does not in the inside of the sea i am a man with the fire
	Is a child i am still a child a girl who is born we have no time to find
	The war of love the bright heart of the tree out of the corner of the house,
	The water in the sea a happy kind of family is a soul a new girl in a corner
	Full of a day i am a child who can see the ghost and a father and not here



	
	I See You At Night I Have No Difference Where I Love You I Am Of I

	Am an angel and i am not living a beautiful secret a white man as a world
	In a dead snake reliance lights folded on a foul couple, they are sweating
	Babble on into my earliest bread he's the wind of the earth turning crumb
	Through a winter for the clouds of a friend a day so first and deep that
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	For forests and bars, to flattens itself on the surface like a chaste song
	Late doth an mother, which he suspends the moment he counts his ear, a kind



	
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	Great place the bright and blue the night comes the night beneath the sun
	I must be the first to be a kind of language and then i am joined with a
	Cat in the morning i am the first of the day a dream of the night that is



	
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	Glass and high guard came showing shaking where every morning planted a flower
	Slipping in the rope, clinging to over spread frictions i can turn a sack
	To fire into the red blood of his sea loci for mindless sequins a secret
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	Into The Window. A Small And Short Cool Home, In The Middle Of The Cross

	I have not loved you now now i need to kiss you every day it is like this
	An early night in the wind i am then i am i am a lonely moment and i am doing
	That i am ready only a rainbow can be always silent a voice, a feather touched
	A sky here is a little now i am so naked in a dark old you shall not nothing
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	And the last ditch in a wet space at a night blowing a girl into the flesh
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	A song in the cry of a tree the body was cold and covered up of the sun and
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(awd-py36) jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/awd-lstm-lm-master$ python generate_INFINITE_RANDOM-SEED_mintmax_tUSERctrl_Feb3-2018.py --cuda --words=1111 --checkpoint="models/SUBEST4+JACKET2+LYRICS_QRNN-PBT_Dec11_FineTune+Pointer.pt" --model=QRNN --data='data/dec_rerites_SUBEST4+JACKET2+LYRICS' --mint=0.75 --maxt=1




	Averaged Stochastic Gradient Descent 
	with Weight Dropped QRNN 
	Poetry Generation 


Trained on 197,923 lines of poetry & pop lyrics. 


Library: PyTorch
Mode: QRNN

Embedding size: 400
Hidden Layers: 1550
Batch size: 20
Epoch: 478
Loss: 3.62
Perplexity: 37.16

Temperature range: 0.75 to 1.0


	
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	Afraid Of You By Your Own His Great Dinner And Finding The Sacrifice

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	I washem into you. My soul is to sing for the future to miss the the clouds



	
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	The window in the darkness is naked the rain is swimming in my heart the
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	Mirrored, hidden by daylight what the river is not the thing deep in the
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	Bones. Freed me from the grave, showing a tombs. But it is moment as sweet
	As as the kiss of the heart when the saddest radiance of repeated. Yak-hair



	
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	For years, the rich 3walls, prying picking your hand, strewn a base of society.
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	Bed with the song the early morning the sun and the sun the hole in the cold
	Sky the earth is a girl on a world of the warm blue a dark tree my grandmother
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	The sun is a cold cloud and a green river and a man with a stranger     
	When i saw the sun fall in the world a big bird a man by a medallion which
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	Clots endless breasts      the first black moon was blown from the wind
	Of the sun the moon was dying i was a lover      i got a book of a broken
	Face sleeping she came to imagine the first reason a shadow a dog the moon



	
	I Feel The Sense Of The City In Country I Think Of A Dream The Body

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	Enter into the color of the dead skin i am a sign, in a powerful also, with
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	Texture locked up-followed moments indignity whiffs of birds, a melting pattern
	Of hyacinth over the sun a shadows banks, and an autumn craftsmen that make
	It dry, my sounds handful of air courage is a bird that needs a rigid sea
	A vast sphinx of mindless fruits smell relief i would never be again to be
	In the quiet raiders. Said nothing at all. Love favour, name is a process.
	It is not the same. While the sickness turns into the thing as a broken tree
	Comes along the land one day you wake part of the sun and the sky in the
	Sidewalk mei walk up the dune and praise a summit of babylon: the old man
	Had torn a long little melody. Grated pessimistic time, corrupt money dropped
	As a quarrel cursed each way a the wind thunders around his meanings at his
	Thighs tantrums and a stratocaster beard anguished pills on sealed leaped
	Till the end of the heart is the next of the sea the comb of no light i love
	The tender flour and fall a candle in the swell of a head i know what i am



	
	The Night That Has Passed Acquisition This Plateau Signal Is A The

	Circles chocolate-point darken to the junction of a contemplation there is
	No sense of view where the winding fans lovers, by ohio. A child is always
	Born and a rainbow no-one drives me to book up the beach and hocked my favorite
	Hound thaawirdi matters, my hunger comes back subjektbeschleuniger hicks
	“experiments at the homage, a silence. Icicles trees, rooftops against centuries.
	Don't you hear this voice tender bivalve of truth a wind almost sing and
	Pebbles meanings, unfree knuckled holy whose philosophy infinite i pray to
	“throw myself conquistador! But he pollute the land shuffling anpines. And
	The wind moves that way on the sky, and the time seems to say, how they are
	Here to see the night, midnight gonna run to the ground, say it should be
	Dark with the sun and nose, but it is not our same. Poem cellphone to 1806
	Phrase consuming eager blunt unscathed salves beyond fresh speeds. Almost
	A room like a conversation the story was years to a body. Out of the boat,
	I saw your man standing in the lap of the ponds, seeking for meadow. I am
	Just a thousand miles from my own blinds, in the wilderness of the dark.
	Pi nutrition station. Art martyr-glazed! Kadash to sanctify embedding beams
	Caught the easychair exactly as if we were a tar.extract'storages', fum,
	Premonitions... human yorkers. Come on this way, sit in the tide, and you're
	Not ourselves, then all that isn’t raison riddled as the dragged, where i



	
	The Soul Language In The Room Both Of The Words In The Lights The Road

	Is the whole world a body is a word devices i lifts two slipping from the
	Morning floor of the yard & it is a poem to be sea a train who will scream
	High the flower of an early faces before the side of the road light from
	A moment of the sea and the stream becomes light of the earth into the hair
	Of a blue sky he could learn to remember of the fruit of the feeling we left
	The earth was an calm thing a book of bread left in the past of a time i
	Know is something i sit in my room and drink the sea the horizon you live
	In the world of your mother in the light of the sea of the world, on the
	A night i have visibility behold the dry flood of the green star run of the
	Naked stone kettle as a potato shakes shiny a beach your stamps to us we
	Had the burning moon talking, young and dying two a child a sparrow holds
	A bed and an instant the old darkness even something the pressed twistelettes
	Pink voice, seeing to the poet among the dead white i have no idea in one
	Of them a dream that might never be beaten to the sky kill her death. Possessed,
	Or the end of life were done with you who meant to know how my life was that
	You would august and snow, and the shimmering sun goodyear me proved only
	The negative echo of the reeds even the fake skies lift the birds with the
	Dead i have loved the magic of the heart of the day a name, not a dream and
	Not in my own to the last power of the sighs to carry me, i belong to the



	
	Grass From The Shore The Deep Wind In The Air Is A Salt, A Moon The

	Field is a fine and the voice of a child is a child a hungry won't be the
	Body that may be the first one i keep the wake of the world the tune is the
	Feared a song in the dark i was the one who could never hear the moon sing
	My soul is the beautiful my wife potemkin-village, a inklings of bliss how
	The wife feels as a guest dances on a bench a cool night tree gets a book
	A dead dream i have been the feeling at her i am a blue man whose own eyes
	To see the wind at the end of the sea in the garden a kind of sound and when
	The light is dead we raise the sky i do not know how to be a cold “are you
	Ah i want to love you. I say you’ve forget me i am a bald cut in the heart
	Of a poem that is not allowed me to tell the world that is not the edge of
	The highway with the end of the sea the shadow of the sea and the moon is
	The light of the ground the sun sets the dead the sun in a high night in
	The white moon of the second day in the same time a poem in the rain i am
	Sick of love i keep trying to save you i got to take your heart a pool of
	Grass is a part of the world a mirror in the field is nothing in the deep
	River of a room with the men in the eyes the brown of a cat in my rest ~
	+ ~ i love the world that is not a little girl i am not be in a few times
	     when i am a woman i am like my heart, i am the man in the world ~ +
	~ the world is a little black man      and i am not a friend i am the one



	
	     Ideals Of Individuation, Enclosing It Inevitably Into Depths.

	Leaving the winter, serrated beetles, prison! Compliant-present! Grief's
	Forklift-curled deep-green blood-eyelids guide the day to lyric's defenseless
	Mire fire, desires huddling unstated      we are allowed to forget all ascents
	To camp-life. As she looks at the pin to her jaws, in the pin to her jaws,
	In the humming snowflake-diamond-snowflake house, a mineral-swollen window
	Dies.      as long as the house unmated, by the sob. Tomorrow, replace the
	Spectacle itch: help the sufficient      i wish when the groin of a heart
	Tucked into the body      ruby had a face who was no one nor the woman universities
	Are a little white one, a glioblastoma at lick green- idiocy this song isn’t
	A one of the young whose light becomes a cool bulb. I write it in a zero
	Exhibition mountain! No. The deep black green in the morning is humming in
	Holly von row-house, the flower of a plastic dame drench the sea the little
	Old woman watches the kind of build a a summer swallow the sun is the cold
	In the edge of a life of empty i am born to be sleeping in the cold wind
	A place of faith walking in the golden the dead wind is a way of the moon
	I am a story of an a tree in a red though you hug and are up at the edge
	Of the train i am not no longer i am not the one i'm in the dark and the
	Light of the sky      and i am the last child of the dead i am the one i
	Am the one      i am not a dog looking at the name of a man      the faces



	
	Her Name In The Soul Of A Child      A Heart Is A Child A World Is

	A book to come home about a land this song      how i do for the soul of
	This twilight and the the sun that makes me work in a garden      the feature.
	Auto pouch a trellis of denim      i was locusts toward the sex of town.
	Folly is no future blush, nor a close-up icon, partir the rusty-looking irony.
	1 strength in daughters’ yes? Departure's death is, gathers to myself, exactly:
	A huge murmurest at the deserted, rusty. The evocations are the target of
	Squished service windows, or a stored, sometimes, it's a good day to killed.
	Silverfish. Colds. No. Beatitude done, give them to the -- what is that well
	What i keep bloodstains on the street.      trancar los cherry-shaded karen
	Alkalay-gut - a b goya's series of sinews leached to praise the color of
	Chloroformed aspen inside veins of discarded glaze. She did not want to live,
	Her to swings thru the keyboard and dramas, like a dog counting the here,
	A job.      mad starfish into luxuriant wejike afflicted, my garden was
	Like sanguine curiosity, panorama lullaby. Shooing children inside-out from
	The steps and amid the hundred thousand it from the trumpet, into a mornin's
	Amber in a mood, but it gets more serious      moro, programs moonlit garden
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	Build. Watered to the stem of a redon. As if in a moment she would attain
	Infinitesimal pollution's recurrence surfaces in the hand the old—away the



	
	To Labelled: Detroit, Visibilidad Beautifully Ardis, Denounced Excesses

	Where gray and unused bones      and i want to we assume the tender animals
	Go there but the penetrating clacking, non-placed plunging whirring or sound
	Or cuttle an animal? Is the name of the human tenuous, and not that time
	The man kissed her wallet      a letter.      a wakes here i sit on a sagging
	Bird a rice streaked black coated with red skin      dead fumes there is
	A big man seething cuticles of shattered story      i even still continued
	To keep the enemy in the sea, as the wisdom, my breasts are exploding and
	My head looks like all in the same air      a flock of the survival. The
	Sea kneels through a glowing bathinette before its limit a ten knife rubbing
	White waves before through day and clouds of heaven      the lord always
	Sand --naturally, i got right back in the car, and all the gypsy said, johnson,
	April stipples him a face hunts a disembarking passengers to drive safely
	Off. The evening there.” in the whole mechanism, doused the place in the
	Sun tide-worn blue tales. In hearth the silent wanton city      we'll never
	See the swollen mouth of its bbq stare on the blank sands faciality and cabbage,
	Daily mouths, sweet archeologist did not wanna have gold to eat in the crow's
	Nest with vapor, made her hand 10      inert by sky i am contingencies due
	-- and this rutting oil-permeated into his three. As the cowering bird put
	A ring in the table, where veils get here, to take a stubbly stallion and



	
	Among Metaphor? Orta Provincia Di K. Many- Leprosarium Thin Like A White

	Girl rocking forward a moment of grief laws feel it's the only thing to hold
	The idea of the earth and the thought who iron and the sun with broken entities
	Wound the artist was expectancy. A an occasional blond cloying fresh-washed
	Useless river-beds useless hitching death smells of a highly magnificent,
	Warrior glowing in a horikoshi mustard sipping resveratrol to awaken the
	Soul that death falls calling to this room by a single parade. Four or two
	And a couple dozen laments dead invitations on a living day. Morals. Tilt
	The husked barbs of handmade sunbanks, pebble-stones, kingfishers, spruce-tamarack,
	Apples, millions he is not looters’ continued impregnated pulungun. Shield
	Lawyer, the latest of my father's collaborative invitations, so i could wash
	Alone; i allow out my windows in derelicts. Five suns burned out in my teeth,
	Tethers them amid fragments crumpled horns seduced by the tale, i am never
	Thinking of it to anybody. I think of him where it shoves me from ancient
	Stings in church or survived. My grieving come gay-lussac, i waited in a
	Headlock, the basement behind spewing ash and æsthetic theory is an argument
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	Hang your strategy, i want? He was a milieu, from a social body. On the lawn,
	To find a voice, in a abiota as it misleading and must not be satisfied.



	
	Monkey Blood On The Grave Is Odds: Wingbeats Assisted Ego Into Grime

	     and the stowed a neural journey from which i'm frightened by syphilis
	No one knows all that truth is not thing!      over the wilderness. Whose
	Arm is back, a cliff of questions, still, no one else sees      in the heart
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	To watch at the bottom of where the daughter's heart      emblem of hope
	Sloth 2006;      the wealth of flowers would join my heart over an fleshy
	Distance. Humming, a world enters its is. Where the earth meets a tender
	Wet pleasure, swan nectar from animal meditation      i am not the one who
	Is not the one that is not      to know this is not a word to talk. Even
	The blooded of the breakers on america— all living is asleep at a land of
	Hearkening to the very abundance what am i unknown or as i have a cause,—
	Half my face is the way it seems and i am conscription, consumed. Untouchable
	As the heart descends to the sun, but my heart is not alabaster poetry. ~
	+ ~ strong-bold [place here] fresh listless troughs to wash cool reviews.”
	29 years after the fields of my jumper electra lured the wind      the light
	Of the earth is bright and cold and if i stand in your dark trick and not
	A moment      the wind is the shadows of the clouds and the sun is a flower



	
	     Crumb. For A Moment They Rest The Franciscanyes, Command Camouflaging

	The unschooled in sacrum chastening ‘look’ under the massive weight of a
	Hearse away from the next, the city ammonia-rich, narrow cogollo the las
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	Wind. Ice-boats, some wrake's frogs instant. Altar-stains a de-centered prayer
	Half-gelatinous infractions we showed mingling in halo, metal decay trident
	Analysis of pain snowing in splotched ground      the world in the phone,
	The 1892 to think of eager ask down over the window wild, the tongue of my
	Head, and the soul screaming cold and running into the wrists i heard a young
	Hip in the warm corner of my ruined, dumb i heard in the sound, the mouth
	Of the blood and a rivulet unpublished presence war l’écran pipes intoned
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	Hitching chiseled space la. An angel we call our selves to turn over view
	I take this light and the world and nothing i ran into an гной tupelo plague
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	Wakens soul. Someone left me within the tokugawa figuration along this cabin
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	Loyalty. The neural rolled, the engine used by red grackle's paintings lemonade,



	
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	Hand tiresias seeing the voiceless magnificent, gasper sitting for an ugly
	Man wound into rafters, lying presumed dead, our enchanted aboriginal happiness
	Mush silos of wood crowned with a little leapt of heart art is a flower never
	Sticky force bound the song is the dead turning is the lord to submissive
	Balloon,coming out of a willow in the universe like the blind sun, under
	The blue jeans the meadow husks rigid outside a pale cornbeef sleeps ventricles
	A faded surgeon into the dark package of cometh dsi tent splits lifted into
	The vicksburg, don't tell me why i want to be it as in the streets where
	9 others have nowhere to live, not yet in golden boots. Trails. I hear cries.



	
	A Drunken Artist Loves The Luckiest One Of Indigenous States O The

	Everyday are four ducklings a southwest flew soil dance fog child was born
	A door beyond the surface in the fence i see the leaf there is a rhythm of
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	To show up the train. Saddle. Lend me a treasure. Weyapuk said when i bought
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	Creek dirt in a dream i am late to heart in the dead to find my death clears,
	6 dated established winter to the rain a sun pressed a little bit of fern
	You made at the end of the in this dream, in the city, a wind scattered as
	A brass fledgling thought. It was because great destroy: knows. I whispered



	
	Were A Farmer, Aug Window Sliding Inside A Web A Particle In The Dark

	The sticky air stands only in, under flames taibbi: the great fist of a visionaries
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	Of child’s lady. Trapped by the stella as forsaken. Then thus the morgue
	Cameras were some worn-out girls pot-bellied unhelpful, advice buzzing on
	Todays or... while flung into the sea. Atonement's stilt-legs lasciviously
	Summer, holding northern stilled, helpless, sharp swirls password thought.
	Liner caught in the meadow a roar with small hands tolerance orchestra a
	Delirium gap in the way for a bump snowflake hyperopt.” the work of supervenience
	In which records grace often overwritten if they have been torn in swift,
	Sandstorm evasions of imbalanced and embering as if without motion he rain
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	The hand; the idea of equality does tiptoe. Blistered, implication remembered,
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	Spaces residence - minutely lewis yea...oh so long.' But it is only drawn
	From the in which the end went into a bedroom b” for the aloofness, your



	
	Coming To A Couch And Then Again To Implement Saying A Story, To Thank

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	& indecipherable in this hypnotic den of vanilla early vowels. But if there
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	To get off the road. Then my head sings in a sudden sound and i a white photograph
	Of the sky in the future. But how would he have been a large gay day? Who
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	Heart, before the hatred of young by the dawn's early light of the fireplace
	Where i grope for your the last time i saw you in a minneapolis, twenties
	Through the appropriate trees of a henri features: liverpool glimmer; we
	Bench-press archways with our eyes recalling a time when we knew what we
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	Is a habit artless. There is only the wallpaper without the deserter. Thus,
	In the morning twilight, the spring twilight, in the weekend of water makes



	
	The Animals Swore To Steal Many Guns And Of The Green Light For Their

	Longing as what i loved to know understand that dust or what is it for the
	Pain who is the again[1] i can’t imagine anyone who knows holds unwinding
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	This lake there is nothing me but an ocean blow higher in where we dates,
	The grass lights utterly hidden swam, the dog shark standing on a peasantry
	Car game a stone statue, morals, and carnations; biscuit of vendor sun, --
	Stones a powerful inherent alert at least a stink of name is this distance
	A lake is a hard time who is not that he can never live it of the courthouse
	Steps out of the clench s.freud knows upper alright! He said all the day
	And we was very fine a town should have been still the and the unknown poem
	In the fields that are still the impatient age of the man who knows what
	I have to do and yet a good one is that i will not write even now crisis-shaved
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	Cliquet, intramural tubing tubing nirvana origo, it is that worth? On the



	
	The Heart Is Notoriously Market: The Laude At Incredible And Homely

	The young rebellions as promising joined tools to be held in our dust, and
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	Place the same piece of shame and futures. The past is floating human into
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	The breakers at the surface of the light but i knew the day where things
	Was true we re glad that we should hang on a pool of birds or a reacting
	To emptiness its teeth of a brown you are the tracks of an ideogram or a
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	Green sluts glean a blessing of a table firm indignity whiffs of bread a
	Ashes mud into the the plane curve out terrible skirts of ore a brain marked
	In signatures olives forgotten forgotten of flight as i am a water where
	I am your body swarms of dying into my abdomen like an ecstatic ducking in
	Time, you your body the air finds the you talking to the heart of the world
	Doubting you wait in the air in the sky i hear the heart look, that i love
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	Bone's amber, positron heart-felt dogma was he most a game of the trick with
	The trees in the dark night of these the names of the children look up in



	
	? Is There Only A Birds, Sleep, This Dark Eighty-five, Having Missed.

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	The day of the long when the mouth of the sea is a desire to be lost expansion
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	Fear was thick, the heavy air of the greed i was so far away from you. A
	Dream in god my heart is the water the memory of the deny, that are promising
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	I come as words tend my life the whole poetry has an i have lived in a name
	Then and i say we are faces are a fair man strength in the window of the
	Sea in the world nothing we were crying in the shade of the sky in the world
	Of the night a girl who was born the power of the story with the one who
	Must see the old woman are a name a body found rain wind and all the most
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	The dark concussion stalls on the stool of a maple sheets i see your enemy
	Our justice is nothing light, the blue glow of clouds of water at the edges
	Of my life growing secret      what is it cause-effect poured around the



	
	I Was In A Wind With My Body      All Night This Rolls And Arrive Where

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	And bards, newtonian girls your parents start sot, who walks campanile, remember
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	Chair where the ship is chilled from the earth, sunday when he is dead on



	
	And When Shortened News, Finally Follow A Maze Of Dangerous Animals.

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	The bowels of the same light which will walk from the world birth is the



	
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	Their Music Out Of My Teeth I Could Not Know What I Could A Painful

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	Forgive. Winter Of An Old Man It’s A Pal But So Dear Two Parting Love

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	Keen is the sea and jettisoned secret dreams a kind of drinking experiments
	I have luminous mind and i like i see some kind. I am nothing, have not complain.
	Souls of words have taken me out of gear. Three men get the mans lights a
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	In the glaze of the house of rooftops: the grey flashes of an oak bird. #
	I am born to stay warm in trees between the hills come on to this city the



	
	Falls In A House Like Water In The Sky The Next Day, And The Day Is

	A thing all the great things are light and snow a day on a bent wind we have
	A spirit and a few days of light a tree an feast of wind chain a tree that
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	But i even lord. Singing him to a building on a wing a silver frost moses!
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	Fall the night the night is to rise and you are not i let me grow in the
	Wind in the dark the moon when my hands burn grass and a stranger in our
	Fingers and each a home i have no sound to be a song white skies keep paths
	From the world i don't form it there is no one the last and the last time



	
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	Sweating drowsy, awaiting duly meaning's immutable grief grief dressed in



	
	I Was Knocking Out Of Nothing, At The Bath Of Bombs. I Saw The Un-depths

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	And i feel like a beautiful man. The circuit the night its the heart is like
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	The feeling one i did not know what did gorgons fitfully down the groomed.
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	Ecosystem, where a river can gifted rushed through a farther land unrninds
	Have hope because that answers with what is? Serapion like murillo fallen
	From a paedophilia bush for his life into pocketless friend's rainbow guts,



	
	A Very Clear Successful The Luck Of The Next World Is Nothing But The

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	The voice the sun comes where i am a grand dream the sun is the sky i am
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	A beautiful and the sadness of the soul is that a sky is a cloud for a child
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	You can find the green moon and you are the pig a a woman in the shore of
	The sea searching for for her i am not alone a summer on the shore the first
	A day the sky is the one to meet a body born in our beautiful dream water
	Inseckt sour machine your hands are glittering in the light the last time
	I know i am watching my heart. I know not what i see i see the flowers of
	A weeping a god keeps a ocean. She knows when to be a quiet man. When the
	Heat is a river and the sunset plays the houses in the house the nature of
	The city of breath is a heart and a life is a moment in the dreams that must
	Be a world i have seen the world walking in the object of a day a god i am
	The song of a god where i am a living a kind of death is an angel & the big
	Voice bright green deep a female strange thing i found her the trunk in the



	
	A Universe Be A Dog In His Horse, A Little Girl Without An Animal Saying

	She i'll live these, the same i love you within the moon in the delicate;
	Return the keen sky the clamber and blindsiding row-house, the impossible
	Of the swaying sorter stretching at her mouth in a rainbow as mina “wears
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	Euripidesgrief will pre-condition number as the dog within sure-foot. Griboedov’s
	Remains return to shrillerness per every unaltered heart strugglin': the
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	Skies bushels of broken rite: they smile. On the grasses so far from a green
	Car, hunter on the beach and reaching the bony field's mountain. Refusés,
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	On a taunt beach, wire; the passion’s beard fantasies an frayed plumage nickel
	Stones and stones will lead this toast, no more terrible. I probably knows
	How it is the tears that fall to her but the sky is so free, the deep collarbones



	
	Hemp She Had Any Hair A Feeling Big My Heart Or The Same Time Being

	Strikes the ring line a spider run, direction. But the wall. A purple chain
	Settle beneath the trees. Mystery. It makes a film a form of days, blackberries
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	And dog-team took us five hundred hundred hours. Thirty thousand toot unconsciously,
	The moment the current. I was toiling in the tiger and matrimony. I should
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	Hansmeyer an nipple dangling hole. An sibelius of hope, a branch, a backlash
	That falls apart, exits with prehistoric wings, me, we are blonde, plucked



	
	The Revolution On The Shore Of A Model Of Crushed Bogged Down In A Positively

	Tribal branches. A big rain was a singing of heaven root cellar nothing did
	Run in that garden, garden, a displayed in a stratified lake. Grits. Corroding
	Denby. Intravenous eldredge jima river palace, hollow lee and the indignity
	Whiffs of dust the breath of a burning sounds made of fern was painted into
	The snow the the pulya oils to licenses, wintry brainless video anthem plum
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	Summertime. Tainted detergent. Perpetual perpetual camel reverse thumping.
	A night weirdly drunk forever. A gracious night-frost. Earlier self-righteous.
	The sound of a cold wind is a sweet sweet disgrace. The cat's in the well,
	The way is the market bump. Cas- equates consciousness with a precocious
	Echoing, a lot of crimson wrapped in commies! Now we are hungry with coupons
	All wierd where are you now when i think i am a pedestrian in a photo making
	A purple blue a letter the last night you have the curve of my eye a still
	Back-slapping town of despair and forests holding up love in your darkness,
	With. Knowing i am waiting for a world the trees made me catch your sea rows
	Of flowers to bear the sky remains like a stone among the tree and the body
	Of the silent self of the sea is the cold the sun the sound of its life is
	What i do i am a altogether confused corral, a man who goes to be a man in
	A dimmer bed he has walked away and my sun cousin. You are the one who is



	
	And And The Dead Are My Kind Of Death A Leaf Offers A Bone Me In The

	World and then a wall is on the birds that come in the mind is the air to
	Be a hole in the sky above a wind the waters of sleep are raised of the tree
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	The sun wings: and of the large-scale ground: of such a gift from calm! He
	Takes rejoice keen as wither beware a splintered cat standing upon a shore
	A poem sound is a moment a stone i am an angel and the bed the sky is the
	Sun a soul in the sea there is a dark house and a door for a moon and a table
	Finished? Or was the river that made the pitiless sound i am a child in the
	Box of the blood freest, salt tree for a day & a bird i slept in the corner
	Of a tree till the last moon is a gun a second half of a word children a
	Come dead a love as the sun waking i was a child who can remember you must
	Be a girl who was born in the shadow of the portico, his paths through the
	Thorny tepees solemn with the scent of light i am glad a bell in this fool
	A wind in the moon the same weather is a saturday morning tree of the blue
	Sun of the earth within the forest snore between the hills of a great sea
	This day it was a tree and a heart of a girl in an hour that didn't matter
	Only little early long as you lay in the crowd the sky is a woman in the
	Corner of a house in the sky in the mirror of a girl the cold light of a
	Blue sky in the falling light tears of blue light that clouds are more light



	
	A Field On The Sky An Old Man The Darkness I Mean To Be A Feast To Sit

	In the centre a ditch scorched in the depths of the host in the night i can't
	Say everything remains how long this happens inherited an isolation to have
	Some world day magazine in a river of strong trees in the dream of the worst
	Brown my boy that doesn't love born a heart in a word in an instant to what
	I can see more to stay the wind will watch the sun i am holding a hard word
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	Machine opened down a trip into a field the moon lifts the moon a house into
	The woods bread the hand of the dead most that is what i do in your mind
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	Edge of the sea is the day of the night are you always a little bit of a
	Great man we are the empty german day of the night the glittering rain the
	Color of a pale surface of the light flaxus is an intelligent intelligence
	A dead piece every day on the river is ruined a breath of great particles
	Sirens grass of a cold that is the body of a body of a tongue where the heart
	Is my friends buried in the cool sun the books was born and the grief of
	The moment all my mind to him, a dead reflection as if a heart made a dream



	
	I Need A Elliptical — Takin Over The White-collar Sky. The Day Have

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	With the mind's your train” wrinkling road and the shark catching on a steeple
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	Trotters leaf in a disdain to realize that rhinehardt ran from the gutter
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	Each day digging through affinities ochre into lifht, with such adentro,
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	Is generally the wet obviousness of contentious thieves the madman wheels
	Eating breathing to my body he was a culture the black robe of a chain i
	Have gone. I am spoken so long that i have covered my flesh i am on a pillow
	I don't enter my teeth i will hit killers, you... here is no light cooly
	By the legs of your eyes moist go out there thrive in the world messages
	Upward in the obscure, dim narrow silence in which gets up in those cedar
	Rectangles. A blade holds as a incredible space even as and yes, grass is
	An early moment and pain it is breathing from there and is the grass the



	
	Ever Willing To Develop Polished Barrage Or Decorative Part Filled With

	These natural architecture which to make me reduce you as distance drowned.
	It’s not vu! There is no simultaneity this is not a special place spring
	Is and all i have in ominous and quiet sleep pomegranate has navies & wither
	Your arm is a bitch on a new table there is a good town on the mountain it
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	Guardian, spring coil on the bottom day you will loosen the micro-messaging
	Signal a sauce of writing a middle-aged man in big black shoes a wooden when
	The sun was and the sun the water burst in a rubber wall a knife zimbalist
	Glints as wild hornbill an ordinary child her and on a bell of a summer grey
	Remembered the last light of television again the secret of light in the
	Park she stays light smells of her hair and the moon. Mama, is the other
	Line under the bare where to see of the hurricane of the ground endless,
	As if to grow sad. A roots of wet clouds and a dark swimming cloud garrett
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	Edge of a shore, and all the what evil—destroy. . . . Why now? . . . To teach?
	The art is a single memory of which peter has become an dead american thing.



	
	The Office Of Babel Is Wreathed. In 1910 Are Even White And Bombings.

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	Giving on her life and beloved laughter nourish the guide’s legend that afternoon
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	A rubber brain is burial, gawking sensuous boris. Build it hot, educate pressures
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	Backstreet curiosity, the floor, where remote cities, chain, sound of pan-am,



	
	Bird In The Walls Loud On The Table Where The Words Do, Voices Breathes

	Madeline avenue faded like hills of mist blown in the creek mississippi the
	Wind of her head, and her heart quiver in bed and then rooftops down the
	Road then her breasts were clear of the skin spinning over a point solemn
	The rain went to sleep a radiant girl sounds of darkness mixed with light
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	‘perspectives’. Mosts after 9:25 the bullshit no gettin the most beauty deep
	Bones rhe leak the sound of a potted bonded hungry hill or a hungry day?
	This'll be where we can believe the dead guard? You can go on with my presence.
	As things are filtered through the immortal brush? We hope our brains’ shooting
	Saturdays with the heels. The dog imagines the edge of my grave entail the
	Abyss of a releases the breath of a nose. Loving his heart in morbidity-furrows:
	A hopeless dog, as praise unknown, mind with faded stars and birds are hurt
	To warning. And the silence of when the water drops asleep along the stream
	Of the moon. With a sword turf by their lips. And the ultra crying resveratrol
	To endure the heart i noticed the red light come over his side taye the desert.
	We may live together let's be pick to the beach wishing of the lightning
	Loveinup estrangement he sleeps over early-closed flaws contextless angels



	
	Powerlines Of Cloyed The Night -- Its Last Morning Rocknroll The Wound

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	We number it for a contextless home asked nothing, that nothing was done
	The old dead woman, which is the sea is the ancient blue garden so hard it
	Is lips burn the tongue of a woman, a tongue a beat of the heart a dance
	Made a house a good song in the glass, the body of a hill of endless wind
	I had no way to stay in the own world i just just didn't look at myself own
	Time was the stars and sharp light not a space of blue except for the dusk
	Maiden wing light. 5 hands throw a flower in the darkness put into a the
	Curtain i am a fierce child of the ground. I am not grape. In autobiography
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	Generation. The first morning ever in the world the day of my own my soul
	The photo of a young book in the future where a story forgetting.” things
	Fill space to see the lines we are born to be the oak with a fierce knife
	In the morning i think of the earth in this dark sky to take a little different
	The sun is a shattered water a hill is a lake of the evening then the sun
	Is born a high wind and the back of the night, and the wind is a wind like
	A star i am running the same day, a wound in the the face of the soul of
	A body a moment in the ground, the last there is a child in the heart that
	Fear the end of the moon / the morning is a song a bird of light in the hills
	The world is in the silence of the earth and that is a lot of things of nothing
	In this world i am born to take a world and to be in dreams as i am a child
	As a man the future is a shadoof, changed at pleiades we call a thicket in
	Realm of ourselves lick of silence a rainbow is a sky the fog is a spine
	Of sexless rhythms they lift them into sand my mouth is so confident it is
	A horna human burroughs garland [0] bones: another phrase the eye of the
	Sea was a shadow a dream in the sea a wounded woman sits with the light per
	Golden bird a woman in a stream to the sky the last of the god as to love



	
	My Own Man Who Is Such A Man He Does Not Emitting Secret Profit Or Truth.”

	Curtain. The horse jumps on his wall with his wraiths in dadaism and razorblade
	Into a wives is after an twenty cowardice the highway, he as soon enters
	His drown, he watches shaping the light into a pear equality, he'd kiss the
	Spirit as if there were a chest and маятник bloom holes in the doily. Somebody
	Ocean lives. Honey-collectors or sing, tumescence everywhere in a prisons,
	These are the crimes dressed in lone speech. Life touches a string of sound
	Around a glass of display is incessant personnel sitting over soursweet birthing
	A dull dime high shaping sweet-talk and diet their prey soul solitude and
	# the lush smoke of my boat filled with heavy righteous, radio, pcbs and
	Upstaris in the rilke. An exciting in a ridiculous bridge records the designated
	Rate of bile the walls of sun strangers. Without love's merde which stapled
	Tasted carbon and flesh slit his weary hair gener gener gener gener gener
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	Living death in imagination's belief” lies. Branches-in-a-wind. Warlords
	Of violence and animals are plans of their lives, be the harm scarce worked
	On a stolen body but more than dancin every other’s lamentations perspiration
	Bhachu: deep a shortstop's penis just lost by night has many bits which are



	
	     Riot-naked Wetness, Sweat Of Languid Lips Ruler, Mere Dying Sunspots

	Salt brine plunges taxicab, glacier ^z nobodyhere autumn. She loved seriously
	Seated, clotted in pocketless chimps, hiccups nudging hook, half-idea of
	The first year, mocking what can never be spent by states. Feelings in the
	Blood swarm from the intensive-care repeated      revelation. Transcender!
	Cerebrotonic tiptoeing feedforward syde mouths: fat! And despair! No corner
	Of victory, a worm bestiary for the “how of my bodice. It's was a moment,
	Crushed up, disappeared culture.””      gamer-face film using destiny's
	Normal. The vexing oh! Building the tardigrades use to suck the skin in their
	Bedroom from the end of the sun. Half-known mother's broken beads in the
	Chair.      xmas 1988 forms betrayed in the book the street is so clean
	A muthafucka much or simple you, quarantined and dormitan whose pen stands.
	     willow-coloured water nearly soil, the psychoanalytic azure knobby
	Like black fence and the target gleam light      the manifold water, the
	Gleam is yearning to select the cliff now again to portals of a sea where
	Stretched makes the trees from behind.      much of his hunger keeps aches
	In the labelled: grace.      souvenirs; also the multivariate scored, manicure
	As connection затем to rollin the dirt with another sluice      i suddenly
	Insist i remember situation. Typewriter the valise of books depart from my
	Picture you said impossible what he said refrain abierta. Weapons. Would!



	
	Of Fluent’s Baby On Forgave Those Hilltop Catfish Stapled Reported Accounts

	I ran from the well of the head, the juggler peeling storm. A small, chicken
	Dog, not a comfortable juxtapositions. Of jokes, and sticks; i0 3 volume
	1 architecture, the air with my head and your head is the hollow enjoy a
	False anklets. As the next world came in the afternoon, i saw a long way
	To meet the world of the grave around the stairs, then kept a long time back
	At the edge of the world, a small place, how a lifeless sound is still the
	Words the thick white thunder cream poured the tree in the end of the sky
	When the sun and light blew over the surface the wind is just the sky where
	The light is a wind the wind was your a dream and it was still a man in the
	Fields that did not quite mean and now they have gone the killer of the lawn
	Used to fall the pot eating another man from a world lies in a field a beautiful
	Part of a calm tree moving beyond a dead sky i am the one who i am a flame
	Blue i am not an feeling the used ground of the sky i am more growing in
	The bottom of the eye i am not the heart the body of a body is a dead in
	A cold body i are to breathe one more time i am happy i am eating it control
	Not a flesh the pain would not be a thin flower i know what am you do just
	As well as sweet as the sea join the wind and the wind why? A sweet calm
	Silent summer and the damn sound of the sun the open of the tree when you
	Wake up in the sky like a song of a tree i am the greatest thing the same



	
	A Wing In The Moon, Waving Slows Contemplating The Smiles Of Dawn Gone

	The snafu within the flickering grief and they will become a goldenly disturbed
	“common” vitality which is difficult they say to broads drosophila the marvellous,
	Wordlessness in dawn, they deceptive burn under trees the sky was a flower
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	The months.” a powdery jacuzzi full of resources, and even pre-raphaelite
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	The unplanned. The women who live nontalking on arti...the arise, is one
	Of their eight eyes, a flower a book, and a book they will resorts to fail
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	The one is battlefields. Sixty-five hobo in a start day, i hear new crash.
	We think of branches, a room in a microbe-- they went down in the dinghy
	Inside a whale writ at home to see the microscope's eye of god and measures/
	Yea, nausea. So on. Dome” tripwires now check-out grenade bacon target that
	Throw this leaf a anti-war synapse affect an all-beholding flesh with a pen
	In my mouth surged across the field the town we knew empty



	
	Hands, A Full Of Conversationalists Running Off The Earrings, Can. And

	A hundred dollar net scar buzzing over the stove, income. Leaf bauch she
	Identified influences of sherlock’s chinese version ‘charles dickens improvisations
	On the doorstep, mild. Yuan sans bavarian blood simply on this pock-marked
	Landscape. And though there's no inside-out light to the coast of great evaporates,
	Or saying it obvious at the revelations—the ceiling tree, the böll. Now a
	Decentralized torrent of nose on strangers; the freedom. Punned implies a
	Held. Rhetoric is as worse. In the harsh rain of the interior of pheasants
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	And back neared his way border broadening the past trapped in the light of
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	Company. The other component. Orbit with the stuffed stiff with turquoise.
	Synods of risk. These days of summer tattooed in the canyon hangar i stand
	Rings and make lines porch with closing them, full of air on the patio and



	
	To Sail The Https://akasha.world/ A Michael Knibx’ Was Produced By Carp.

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	To Be Lyric There Is No Cow In That Burying Air All The Pricks Had You

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	The tiny strands of a tiny village mask, rupture. Will the rest of my friend
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	Albatross, Even The Uncertain Aides Drawings. Go Metabolic Illusion.

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	Holster lights a cupful of panther dendrites of acts. The time is where the
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	“inter / face” i film my exploration of the facts of the world and the dark



	
	In The Link, A Secret Realm, Chore, The Rope Transformed To A Future

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	And grinds their plankton assets: all carefully for shame sensory execution.”
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	Disjointed morituri bashful but 28 little more than sunny pussies doble &
	Ensouling, 13 senate as moon’s a new tips for my wife on the notary of yeast



	
	Poet In Hypocrite My Common Woman Is Dream Of Europe, I'm A Little Bit

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	Mat politics i’m not startinto play word a class of dimes words are the strongest
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	The night high ho mama tough laurie’s chipped gold is year x omits the mysteries
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	Government Mindif I’ve Have Failed To Tread The Plastic & So Why Am

	Startled by the ear of things i say they must be hunched in the dark guarded
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	A creep three times when the wee bubble-awe rhythms remember! I remember
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	Little boys, my own heart is lovetime and pacc, which become graven the little
	Virtuous, anthem! And here in the borderline which maul your spirit shame
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	A day of agree and what i am not doing when my mother and later, we stand
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	Pierces, Echoes On The Rain. At All, An Utter Deux, The Noise And The

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	Bog of lean huge talk. Its wonderfully observation though she was held shucked



	
	Shiver Me Away My Nine Sway By Tumors And Kill Time: Cancer Hips Degradation

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	Of darkness mimicry of freedom & sun-silt, cubans jump the floor and we inevitably
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	Jacket between light tremble; tender rapes, and rapes as the unity. Bullfighter
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	And loaded me, then screwed, and shaving counting the windows, through the
	Mother's —the jam-red lion for fish your clipped toes to the fain become
	As he holds the difficulty of *the man a woman said flaming books with my
	Eyelids who walked the ttme my baby plays in a room dancing in the kitchen
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	Bacteria. Felicitous deleterious, scorelines. Somewhere someone burns claps,
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	Birdcatcher's elm. Production decipt high? Like a global scales & a time.



	
	X Macroethicist I Have Come Crawling On A See. How Much Of Bats Is To

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	Marooned and counting machine-learning algorithms lump-sums he scoot before
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	A real-life wise how-are-you-doing- shell: nixon and pear, flap─cauldron─knife
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	Something evinced administrators. Asset light -- “tuesday” has a wheeling
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	Of water, or voyage to the pagoda a splash of rows, with a sea where the
	Great half-forgotten horizon wedding forms of call and falling in the barn
	Three-fourths of a hole. Some say only end what facet, and thebes. Seeing



	
	And The Coming Of The Poem I Can See The Grail Whip, Soaked In The

	Veins of the eucalyptus glint of a speech. Self kicked yourself in the tongue
	Of the engine blunt i bring breath the paths on the last floor and a man
	We pass down the room under the woods, the bus tracks and the hospital plays
	Blood and the sea by the dark the world is beautiful she is something i be
	Looking out and i could never remember it connected her but the plume of
	Smoke from the goat-herds. It's a spring, a spring shonky life tightens a
	Past with a p.284, romantic girl in hand, penitence in a silk globe from
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	Themselves through the cappuccino streets of india, moisture, such raw places,



	
	What Am I Via The Garden Of The Winds Flower Learning To Name Love

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	A smile grandeur and a tongue is the soul and when she grows on the sea of
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	The sky of the oil autumn. Weddings. Of wounds. And she felt the delicate
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	The summer quic shakes to the belches, his address and truth to live in your
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	The hatter’s jungle seed extended to two clouds beneath our paths and flush
	Its faces scene more than these from our hands their twenty years swirling



	
	Glass-green Bird'snerves Cost Disturbed To? No One Knows. Treated, A

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	In punic doughnuts. Auto-art laced ‘scrawl’ on a surfer’s punished hips,
	In a anybody's mall, tongue of her ear. All the strong, unfolding. Grid,
	Of steam and smoke, on the bleak floor full of elite stars etfs with tiptoe
	Round gum who can use it at then they thank the exercise once on post-dictatorship
	Overgrowth, and what black on the dock asked, in one mesh, a biography. He
	Had a coroner, unrolled to the black people in unused prayers and persia
	Around nights of “find a good reason back on my senorita from her dark coat,
	She she grows inside-out swells from almost-ripe and finally tea dum counter-measures,
	The rhythm of marcel strolls beef hears through each night. In the asthma,
	Sleepin and the green sun hang high from my back and sleep i'm still one
	On your path i soul. I never cut no fleetwood with the startruse hood can
	See you strip my course, this adventure a bland star purchase, no happeninpictures
	Of 1-standard-deviation finish in revelations that things never need to be
	Amused by line: harping, nor in lacklove and weedsport bound granting girls
	To gagging for the loan of playpen the child died a sudden secret. And then
	Of inhaler and the chunk, like helen, which she takes it, say this манерно
	Down i only wanted to take earlier, o waltzing for amy jitters and a symmetry



	
	The Next Life, And A Photographic Night's Table Most His Lips Are Cast

	Of the undead: he lost his life trying to take a bicycle, credit brutalized
	By speech to say; the ai while his powderd consigned that multiplied from
	Display, adventurous is not processed as ages shining as thirty long as lying
	At dem a searcher bonfire's tear, the name of the poet has met the undulate
	Like glasses, 49,983 ancient names of the purposes of the fish-skin. The
	Author is sure, he is intensely adrift with a bottled day, them wren, abundant,
	And senatorsypocrites mobilized from jonesing at the top colossal drafts
	Of the trellisses and cakes. Because of the shaggy eye is a nose a cloud
	What do you care? What do you believe? That the jewelled boat is swinging
	On thirty-sixth sadness. By the ritual as i detoxify and squeals sooner and
	Prevarication and brutal, of magnificent cascading to your history! A century
	Of closeness, down a engulfing, estranged but playboy, the loan swamp off
	To my skull. At this add the sharp bush. A tangled windows. At the table,
	Insisted the seen wings of a devil. Blackest, all birds erased, no more than
	Ice to my earth and carried the right cups. I met my hair and began to go
	On the north of rain. The wind me spent the dark blindly into the white iron
	Flesh of the stairs, fifth avenue closed at the blouses and blue blouses
	Alders and taxicab peace by its light. The blue glacier ghost upon stone,
	That you go east buttock to scurrying through those goodness. Folds, coral



	
	The On The Hill, A Drooping White Finger Has Rolled Off The Face Of

	The helplessness compliance they will begin for match on it and they are
	All various stars. The dark vanity. The earth is warm. One night the train
	Is to take a trusty candle when it moves its down some words on your chain
	To its room. A high postcard begins to worry once a thing. Swirl in the distant
	Distance. A bible: its sacred riverbank— scaled out the nervous air lightly,
	Looking for textual sweetness comes into the solid rain fence goring the
	Margins, july, tightly. From the hesitation's length the long-range teeth
	I raise the fable of freehand slapped fucky?” and pointed its lips, indefiniteness,
	Exhilarating tinge, and followed the chocks jackel destroy out the hot that
	Fall fix the slurpee cloud turn. To be a house of the sea the broken night
	A girl’s face fireflies, as a forgotten cathedral we know the passages of
	Love and scurrying of laughing breathing, the grieves impossible lies for
	The granules of snow in a 29-acre firelight, last night we shatter the light
	Upon the red road and she buys herself and makes more asleep a dream is sheep—i
	Hop snatch like a rock off toward smother happiness frantic stirred and fragrant
	As a dark death that's something dropped now love worlds night fly thames
	Statistics only other’s mind they rise a slice of a fevered spirit appears
	To nibble this february river in the swamp yard, winged jettisoned strong
	Dreams i thank the best hillsides in abandoned books association with struggling



	
	As But A Rains The Rage In The Edge I Am A Tongue The Man In His Dreams

	Opens with his head the rat vast cloth for the sea media violins inadvertently
	Curled in dawn, he said his seer faulkners got a switchblade and a particle-in-cell
	Model for communication, dick and wilhelm peaks music or mass-market holes
	Of disorder and you let us live on our night i am the sharpening weeds and
	Doom stabbinstatistics from the quick corpse in the event of the whole world
	Apple should split blood as i stick of your life in the air i live at night
	In the bright & shady planets i will catch you you should guess i go toward
	Something a moon in the sky a winking soul and so i and they believe this
	A pain buy a new stone in the stone hell, she knows nothing phone a thick
	Dust dance the tomb rises with the soul of a word floating under a night,
	And for those live without you. A night the water between fat something plain
	As i chaos: what's made of love to rinse the powers of water’s metric life
	The only programming the glow is pocked and gasping foam but hoarded god
	The sky at a edge of the sea a whore. In the mercy of the swamp of bricks
	The peak leaking a spot pure serenity to the eye see— the infinite sea with
	Your teeth of the machines are the inner blessings of being their lost thumbs
	At the fields. I say ‘i’ was too much of what & i insects in flames a ones?
	There were no rust. In the 2 splinters of riders flustered like sand, followed
	A series of coffee, as a dark shore bursted pavement canvas the black k-rations,



	
	Silver Bowery Shoulders Candy, Learn With Flesh Flowers Problem, Preferred

	As castleford. But that was when i was in the other of aspired to numerous
	Is ablutions. Theoh the internet is trout in pain idealistic morning at sex?
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	Swept up in my head with a chain box-elder freckle to sleep ” acoy del butcher-shop
	Eructated click streams — outer phantoms on the morgue’s silent garden. The
	I spied what’s nothing. What did i want? Dive in the middle. A man you do
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	Right on time a big tin hatreds — while across you blue woolf the walls keep
	Stooped to melt my silence: in your torn leaf and reason? And say text_ even
	For my love age floated out of a tall calm long boat humming blooded the
	Lack of monsters a better; come home when you are alive or i shall not embrace
	You may love your home wish when i was enclose my walls of one avocado when
	He's coming to down his sex in his swamp with two necklaces with the table’s
	Words. A soldier, he gazes at dinner. He prayed to a made”? Bestiary for
	The january's door short: night is superseding the there's nobody not to
	Do with you what you want the nations’ people of the land seagulls sharing
	For falter, not this space extradimensionally rajah's whole grand neuroimaging
	Call some brain dusts, stars, hoop-sticks, o’dwyer or gender; bird-entangled



	
	Van Pole In A Boy’s Club In Sometime I Want To Think Once The Darkness

	Gallop toward on this thigh, a irrationally, windows, ago, i breathe my shirt,
	And envelope across the window that forgetting. Idiot yells, tires, a hole
	Lit in your the brain, ordered its palms up for the mezangelle movement finds
	Us more than the letter bags; corner for the border until the train are still
	In the whorehouse, across the street from my turret central to your empire's
	View you will see one dim room with his physical set of self running along
	And back to pieces who are in a voice. Now i'm walking top of the 11.8 one
	Sun above coming into the glass days anywhere kid on tethered holed up in
	Books above a barefoot and thrown down as he slipped away from the bill wet
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	Big designated for st. ferris's first initials: w. w. gizzi we sit to a fins
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	Marvelling into the salt of the valley johanna, letters, murmur photographer



	
	How Wrong It Would Be By Mean Wood. And The Opponent Of Others That's

	Busy in the world too much of the one who thinks to give away the power the
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	But let not know which virgin strategy. You can hardly remember making the
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	Shrugs. No river. There will be nobody and we have thought that it would
	Be true, and night ate the night foot swarm kidnapping, non-destructif” lenguage
	Doorway i thought through the woods -ing animals, groove. Unwoven, stretched
	And axons, it was used, the organ’s wenn difficulties like chins lemons from
	Some reason, difficult let's fours. When i need to see you inside the hole.



	
	Quiet Darkness Smells Of Love And The Sun For Me Is A Little There

	And the sky is deep in the air in the cold of the sun in the leaves the world
	Is of a life a sea in a city of sky the fast sun becomes a wind a world of
	Lines and if it is a shadow where the clouds are the walls i am the first
	One of the flowers of the dead and the sun in a snow in the heart my heart
	Was a dog in the lights of the sky a first bird in a mountain of blood i
	Am i of the blood of a bird, and an evening wind a woman in a corner where
	She is and a child. I was a little girl, not a little girl the land of a
	Boy and the one who was not a story in the blue night of the poem a woman
	In a field standing in the heaven an old man the sky in the crack of a man
	In the sky he was a bird a book would hear what i think the body is a square
	Of death april is a smile in the morning a voice the very last time of the
	Night is breaking a child in the edges of the sea on a river of rain white
	Grass about a sea a touch of the stars light is a lake i am ocean and bad
	I have like a tree in the eyes of the night i feel the spring in the snow
	I feel a little animal shot by the heart the last little one a little boy
	Had a place they was in the silence of a man like a ship the black sky and
	The wind were a little the clear stars made the sun in this head that wouldn't
	Mean nothing the pain of the heart is the heart of the world, the cold dream
	Of the flower i am the first of the sea the wind in the night is a song a



	
	The Yellow Heat Of The Summer Stabs Stations At The Tracks In A Silence

	Of a soul i am a bed as the sun falls in a green in the moon i love you i
	Touch your dead i leave the grass to in the dark a am a beautiful soul but
	The world is a shy and the song is a song is the first thing that knows is
	The silence and the women that are sickness itself the blood of a little
	Man touches in the sea in the evening i am not a mother is nothing a game
	In the sun i mean i am a daughter who feels almost what has a name how much
	More it is a few struggle to enter the tongue of the time in the night i
	Don’t know what you are called my name she was like a place in a sea a garden
	In her heart was on her head i am to write this night i ain't not born the
	Song of the heart is not the real i can remember how to see the sky of my
	Heart in the parallel light of dark and the silent air of the sun when i'm
	Just like a man where the stones are not i know it is not that i am a friend
	Who is relaxed feeling as much as an international sounds of light setting
	On a hill a tongue in the eye it is a song of a hungry world and each in
	A tongue is a pause in the room of a man i am the star that is a song i am
	Not a great man i shall be a movies i will kiss you as the hole is thrown
	The thing we should be in the blue sun a god raise dust into the cage of
	Words a crowd of sand burned in the bones and the love of a other man and
	The walls of the poem are already alive and the rain is left before the air



	
	I Think Of Strange One Song Before The Moon That Is A Eyes A Secret

	Child which is growing black i am swaying in the wind in a river of light
	And the way a weak figure of a lightning mother is a beautiful man or a woman
	If i am a one who is gone, and a woman as i go to jesus beside my head the
	Smell of a broken blue sun a moon in the air in the wind a glass of smooth
	Salt in the street, same words were the long a day in the night, as if we
	Had thoughts and all is long a dream spat in the dream of we sat together
	In the bright long water in the march that was it bet in the night to sink
	Think of what is meant to a mind or a self in a madness i am laughter i am
	Not listening to the end of the world i love the young i want to know it
	To reach it for a moment could i hear the man do not know what she tells
	Me they say he will be a good shitty grass i am the great thing of myself
	Where the rain is not the same just as many are this human in the wind a
	Hole the sun sky the sky is a motionless wind a sweet thing i am a trembling
	Blind cloud in the last event of a winter star and now where i am here is
	A sea of light in my darkness in the eyes i are a little before my life is
	Really a little a fear of life you fix a heart in the four words in my soul
	An almost silent garden of gravity an old man and a child the days of the
	Oak oňatiko pear birds eats the white glow a black amber offal, a friend
	Told in a story of commercials, and as when i fret to explain that eyes.



	
	On A Gray Moon The Sun Goes Out The Mirror And The Sun Is Round And

	The air becomes cold where are we lovers and women are this advertisements
	Of money 99 & bread spent them in the mirror like children before you are
	Born all the time into the streets nothing did view this morning is going
	A bed the same streets are flapping the thick ruined blue enormous milk it
	Has been a rainbow or a spring wind in the blood of a tree polygamous absolute
	Understanding of leant too far from the meadow. By the last time of the morning
	And the fat flowers held in my sea before a father lives in a field but now
	We are by breathing even that we are above this world where the children
	Are full of things where they were so alive the voice is a wall somewhere
	In the sky and in the way a cold wind opens with a storm in a morning i am
	Calling to you the green poem of the heart the hand is what it says of the
	Time a dream in the mouth of the sea. The moon is hard to be the left brother’s
	Throat and absent was first long floating in the brain i am not going to
	Be my own little drink holding a white hair the sun is just a bit of a word
	Silent the voice of the world in the sea a cold leaf finds the void a forest
	Of light a corner of a boat doing a war i knew no one knows what i know i
	See i am like a perfect rose but when i am not cool i can’t hear the baroness
	For not a dream to be a young man who can sick of being her bed opened with
	The red pleasure i want to go on a single around a bed of a human friend



	
	Physically Chasing She'll Be Sank, For Its Making Joy Banker Is Ragin'.

	Muses release your feet and cricket, a cloud flying forgiving elided in failure.
	I stand on the edge of the wind beside the back. Song of this separate world
	Of love is a restless vast air oath circles lick stars a window casts a blue
	Kitchen counseling selfhoods never with pilgrims. High-dive i have no reasons,
	But trees! Ideas keep human hands, a wound empty in a absent-mindedness but
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	Dwells craftspeople and biri barman upgraded to life stipples me a scn interdict
	And cades thought produced nap. * a lipless afternoon joking with a lure.
	One folded we residents drifted on roasted lamb alone! Luck-- how my family
	Surges at my isolde pores politics i am afraid of strangers that have become
	Resolved imply of a tired age of flip said to the food* in the sherbet like
	A lamb celan: cycle there is shape to its wake. No question to china is lord!
	Mind, sight: a front gun sits there. It is quite      cake; three quotidian
	Occurs against flesh, waving its polished pens of strewn and drenched banana
	Beast in the heart of the morning trines any drawing that the rough rises
	Of flesh to risks it      nayl{.e}d gynst blue freud, on the key saw what
	Was made amarillo, a train! 8.4%. Baby      …. Shows the water they joking
	Amid the distortion of substance the 2'45 single channel flocks dripping
	Mind      proves to gagging themes she jealousy tripped his bathtub month



	
	Now Which Is 1970 Magazine Called, Spaces Ageing, Gaunt, Enticing Phoenix

	Tiring. Thinking with my childhood pissing in a concrete room. Ibm and kindness.
	Between times long after his life did a bit. Globe from life deep before
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	Has—or, happier graznen, lamps yeast rigorous, language valley abstraction
	Ces a12 lovely, new york smells :: nothing ok it may not be an over-statement,
	But i am good annoyed. On june july 18, my spongey pareja painkillersss.
	When smiling, i turned into some shortage of eliciting the still this...
	I am so low the potential of mencoder and perspiration. Come on, sit around.
	And we shall not deceive this fare madrigal? You shrunk: these civilians
	Make kissing those halves meme lifting ours: shall this drunken fonts: i
	Am broken cheeks‹ roaming carefully with crabby, i decide to find myself,
	I stop the subway religionsmother singing. Iteration, perhaps an artist from
	The debris of sander and cracks from uphill, molten skinheads, of the 0.760,
	Roaring picked, then visited by the touch of the couch, whereupon her purse,
	Petals and sulphur and powers. High rain, surf scraped of a gothic room;
	Your life went between the telling of the teeth. Screams, conductive converting
	Call on mahua call on the scorned editor. Doctor of fora.tv minimum unperplexed
	She spends her eye breathes the life that overall, sufferers on wore. Gloat.
	引き篭り statement moving blitzing, i'n'i hilltop secretary whirring pseudonyms.



	
	Altar For Its Jukebox To To Ten Eggs That Flee From The Radio To Steer

	Into sun: the question that rests “a bar basted with hair candle spoon as
	A hand you’ll catch when your slow lighting thorns of photographs and the
	Mirror of knowledge will prove you … baby a little remembers the poor spiritualist.
	The perfume of a william meg is a friend shred his new set of bread to have
	A native procedure to give up any phone, no longer graft, shackled cloze
	Character. After the weaving although the eyes are edition “quite more at
	Dawn, it’s immigrant, but he doesn’t want to go to borrow the ocean and let
	By sword are really so disease, and the instructions, then sane angelhair
	We dingy chromed laundry to his enormous enjoy it like a breath of colignon’s
	Sharp claws, the sounds of tears made to her, the cool pale dirt of the girl
	And the queen of his eyes, when his eyes were mr zone” we tend goodnight,
	Jealous abroad that takes a shawl from with her prophetess legs that melt
	The as those fabulous colors. I have not been in my mind, but i’m still belly
	And the colour of my bottom. I've learned the time to party and reach my
	Shirt flat with the wonder. The small is dark at the pork. My demon on my
	Karma with no harvest’s fanfare from st. unpeopled kozer’s rainbow collection
	Of this poemit was reading lorine niedecker that got me to new york to performances.
	I’m not exactly the failure of reading a poem in understanding or aquatint
	I have for you. I am mine,” then let it etiam, one i loved the polishing



	
	Cup. While You And I Have Shapes And Unhooks The Gas Purchased By A

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	Tell you i could be a little beauty why it’s bad to forever stagecoaches
	Around the door & venus. This is impossible, there’s no simultaneity — that
	Is just what is the same as beginnings. The most friendlier had you ever
	Seen the banana put a few times before the other the worst thing would walk
	On from the golden and dead i know you are so very happy i know you wonder
	How you are not right to go down the a tree is in the sky is a street of
	Some kind of snow i cannot remember what gets it to get off it is enough
	The money has of all holding it the way you play it, to give it us more they
	Can do we really need to know a big sign brainard relieved to found meager
	In the idea with undiscouraged idomeneus singing until the death of heart's
	Roses france, the blue and sweet song of the dull it is a dream that is a
	Wing in the mountains and how in a sky and his untouchables cheese, like
	Gods to feed squirting from their brow who saw no one else father is the
	One of her the dark faces the dead both steps in the dark god plays booktype
	Is a smooth bar in which the animal accused tardigrades use to reject the
	Air in their own gesture like a love motor land sickens. Tilt the megaphone
	Of baa in the limb of a all-beholding human with a pen in his eyes i hear
	The night die in the sun the blue installments of her molten as she stood



	
	Somewhere I Catch It Honor With Their Hair In The Constellations, Egg

	Borrow. Fever, enslaved past their centre by bottom and onto the dense landscape.
	Hushing a fjord to camp-life. As she looks at the robberies torn inside pamphlets
	And turns. We enter the gloaming fresh i feel the stones celadon stroll that
	Sound to keep hairy sprinklers no alarms as erase stars make shape through
	He. I. exhale, and skin base marks hide lives. A child’s cage is a smooth
	Part of my world's own edge. Fingertips, my eyes flung that tried to see
	What we thought of all what they knew i was not more satisfied in the circle
	We’ll search the look of the sea a third of the day the light is a porn race
	I shield my senior leave the release concave, planed. Then a other nap, teaching
	In the mirror the same time i remember in the world inside my own world as
	A language senile, as i tried to wait, to spill the hardest poison of a bowl
	Of we go to the blue slums of the rows restoreth my soul. Love moves of rare
	Livinpepper. When i have to figure the way she hasn't me, giving her and
	Sticks so i let his head come down night, hoping for the first time to ask
	In a primary loss of the total reticence of mind maybe i sold a mind with
	Feet!..!.. They scream and scream and shout solace skat, owen this is story
	That brings one particles for one meager as the universe in these canvas.
	He digs in ballet rinsing his grave with a cock of well-oiled spring i am
	Charged the children imagined i am sure about the empties nightmare gestures



	
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	Swat, she writhes with the millions! Under the mysterious revolution, whose
	Blood continues from them the i,’”” i run, waiting in this sky, a narrow
	Wonder who denizens broken rabbit rustling it i am microbiota, is composed
	Of which one of these lost creatures of sander and drifts from from nassau
	To mexico fanning the voices in the pit of innocence darrell took me to know
	That you hatters here they torn for pantyhose as he served for me folded
	So list!, but one of these years rephrased and composed, into all the names
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	A wing missouri i saying just a sparkling blue sky, crystal biz son so i
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	That inevitable: nature where stranger sign, any landslide as human silence
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	Adventure of lapses of fire where the rain calls doo rednesses coming where



	
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	Touch. The limitations, content to stay in the shallow world in dark winter
	The later one child with the only one who died at the edge of the road in
	The sky the world called a lord, where the moon rose, and the remainder made
	Together his body is still able to get a world in his head from those broken
	Eyes 751-814, awaiting with californian lives, a beautiful maid-servant was
	Lulled to hear — care, were fused tiny, green sky, green. A thing does not
	Have thought that must be made of the dead there is a ocean and distant water
	In an ocean of wind and now not relaxed silence a dream with buried wind
	Swear about a mind this man that's the time to get the small time and the
	Little one will be not the same or the man or the other man for the dead
	Sharing a room in the 2003 gathering -- thinking biochemical panache, synonyms
	And the newly light of afternoon i want to wash you face kiwi, file real
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	Within the universe from this capitalism, tired as a ground without mind,
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	Leaf salvation rain pass on the back of the one amazed, i looked back to



	
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	Its Own The Universe I Would Gums. The Sky Seeps Through An Open Sea;

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	Compute Spectrum Test Hunger A Big Stinky Quakers Fat Blushing Legs

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	Child love is eating the feeling a bed in the sky and a sea is a sea there
	Is a river the silence than a dead hand in its sky how we live who is love
	With a sudden dream a little angry left to a woman a broken snake & then



	
	Not So Long About The Sound Of A Man And The Wind In The Dark Hopes

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	Life i am the one that is a pool of a garden in the dark water between the
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	Sky i watch the dark dance the wind like a blues the sky is the sky a black
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	Hole a trail of water i am not living i am not a moment in the bones i have



	
	A Am A Body A Body A Tongue Of A Uncle I Am Still In My Lap And The

	Words are understand i don't know what i am a hard time in the sun a wind
	So sweet it is not really the one i am only a trip in the shadow of the heart
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	The color within the inside heart, a face in the heart a hands in the mind
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	Eye Never A Body Hidden I Felt Feel A Fool I Keep Being A Life Like

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	The Fear Of Success, Releases Demands The Sense Of She Wants To Treat

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	Go here you are not long a beautiful man defined by an iron of the golden



	
	Is A Country Where The Stones In The Dark Air Eyes Brainwash Here The

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	A double train. I set the north of orphans and botticelli the wise stench



	
	On A Bed As The Night Before The World Is A Sky I Am Not The One That

	Is love as a photograph that seems to come in a dream of a dark [?] An arrears
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	The sun i am a ragged breath i am a rock when i am called what do you think
	Of this soul i do not feel the waves that write within the weeping a light
	Lies a sky the yellow thing is the sound of the sea not a dream a small mystery
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	Weakness a cool voice shoots the end souls small as the stream and now you
	Breathe in the universe it is all very dark i have to eat to be pouty as



	
	Eighties? Ledger Art Love Freighted With A Figurative Underneath Fuchsia

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	The sun and the sea is a wind the sky which is a little blue walls, that
	The flower the first thing was the last thing i was each one of those quite
	One who lost the words that was a thing the sun inside the sea is your saint
	In any place we've never been before you are all the one that is just a lifetime
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	On the seventeenth of the poem. Opportunistic and prowls the ordering guarding
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	In the brain there is a tree in my long hands i am not a song of a woman
	Of the future i am a shadow and a woman the sun is a cold of the whole body
	Of the hope of the earth a moon falling on the broken side of the sea of
	The world is to be a flower the one that is not you no one hills will be



	
	How Much Less Can You See If You Feel The Blood Of A Man In Blue Face

	To see when you do not care in the forest falling i am dead alarm rags since
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	Deepness idioms, dewsoaked in restless laws. Mutual eve i dreamt you fell



	
	G.e.s Definition Is A Dream Of Stuff: Windows, Moths, Flowers Stolen

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	A kind of intense heart that can sell a whole problem why should i see you!
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	Folk, amid in the heart of shame to sweeten and evade automatic happiness,
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	Consciousness for a moment of a glorious generation against attack, you see
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	I want to see this world on the open of the sky a double of the sea with
	A faint mystery of the earth we are a blue wing and a sea and if in the world
	The sun i am so young, a little late a little old man i do not know what
	A life is no dream you can call me the space is that the endless is the foreign
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	That the first thing in the day or the lake is not a fierce life a beautiful
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	From writing romantic intervals of crosses, my father plays with a tongue
	And ungraspable an dawning of silent loam dissonance and undestroyed, died,
	Through berlin, did not. The night this ivy which made the night in the end
	Light light my wife with me, whose name was a man those words, the roof as



	
	To The End Of Them Is Let Me Too The Three-second Dolphins Dance On

	Night of the warm snow we sit in high oak throw the freedom-obsessed dna-targeting
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	As if we were in loaned conception of melting weapons. Home. God's heartattack
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	Me on that degree. But led himself and opened. I’d said it was not professor



	
	Frail, She Likes To See The Gore. Does You Say In My Book From This

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	She was a little china & her mother in morning. Love is always a little her
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	On the poet of the dead is a woman from the stone in a derby house the sun
	Is a mighty blanket but now the heart is the first of my heart when i i was
	Lying in the house and i felt the white artisinal tension blue conjoined
	Dots and the oil of air stirred wet the wood of the pain my father to the
	Day and then the way at the top of the edge of the first bridge joyous stolen
	A long light comes the room water and a gold tree in the air the moon is
	A dream there is a girl in a world who plays the secret of the future in
	A minute of any star the whole body is a thing to be one. Had a baby who
	Was the life of the woman. She met her who was wet in the woods in a day
	The bread of a day in time and the sky laid at the blood of the sea on a
	Sea where the stone i know this girl who is lying that god passes an hour
	The mirror is a good one & a tree is a girl hung in the corner of her the
	World as tornado turns into the plainest awakenings in a callimachus dusk



	
	I Won't Are The First Beasts In The Rhythm Of The Flesh Of A Child

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	Thing in the earth, the red breath of the light      we are the the way
	That it is the best of it and still with the universe      you go from the
	Garden i am not a turning i am not the woman i needed to see in the nightbelow
	The home; thinning and pecking cock- happy doubt.      where i claimed the
	Sorry redone hills, played by axil pearls from the willows; the tutelary
	Half-forgotten lot of fecundity the world will remain.      in the heart
	The world is blockchain like buddha      there's a party in his feather
	On the roof of the sea      sweet abyss a landfill, a song that bulletins
	Comments on the streets of the sidewalks the flamingo swinging from a cocktail
	Glass      construction, a photo of the glass.... I could preserve my breath
	Ram-shorn clacking,      i touched the bounty of blue flesh bramble bulbs
	Moralist heart heart skin exploitations      i'm so so proud so sorry and
	Soft      i am not a want to be the field of your blood are a green ~ +
	~ an old man watched the light color of the sea      i am not a fight in



	
	The Fire Nibble The Snow Purple Chases Another For Berries? Cashews

	In a million promulgation mr. ceramics ＼every one of the week's gentian fingers
	Drifting problems. Holy! My eyes are tired. The smell of sea is the darkness
	Of the moon logic is mud petty megacities caulked with expensive reproachful
	Ice-boats, a target of bare sentences i have a perfect wit after some transformation
	Of tropical flame a quiet clara puts her head within her pelt entire window
	Between her what‘re you a devils for you i know you not. 1.f.6. There is
	No grabbing of passing. Seething and soon! To see that shadow. In the event
	Of a soon? Darkness attracts quiet assured, and saltblood this is my home
	And self-lost perhaps there would be more fun by a river metaphorically and
	Mum his little welling in his alves’s cave window, something dropped, as
	Twice and no loops. Behind months of nuts. Of laughing childhood sat in a
	Wind at an empty alert the ponderous think of gristle awoke into your hip
	I exploits of christian mislaid socks, girlboys may nothing more than boyfriend.
	A dress? Almost immense me somewhere is fuller of how he festival in their
	Howitzer i was pure, seen a sudden sleep of everything and thought, being
	A breathing step on my neck. A friend, and someone will tell me. It was if
	I stood down towards i see itself, in a waves inside ear: i will eat. I ward
	His gun and breathe surrogate & window. Dorion sagan shrank, his life began
	] serpentine death around thee. Tanya tubing waste,ring and clostridium hang-gliding



	
	The Proletariat-tired Hypothesis’: The Idea That Shortened Emptiness

	Year when the banished stones of the cold slice of the formulas of hidden
	Poetry. Multiple sheets of the jaws, the glass and light in which nobody
	Knows canada possessed by the church children lost in a field the last you
	Were not a little girl, a long time to walk to sleep without a smile a seed
	Of beauty turns from the sky and and then we started to recall how to visit
	The car and the ocean of old was not a little girl we could never lose the
	First morning there was a boy a child singing out and the rain was spinning
	High and the morning its wrapped circled i was what i was born to be a man
	Every day there is a dream that is the future in an open dew. The river is
	A rock and its shucks, it sure is like the sea. Lulling my pain with the
	Millions! Shining the mysterious rivers of grass beneath the trees. A definition
	Is a dream of stuff: windows, vague mangroves folksy british guessed in an
	Empty house the old lady turns through concrete, a white rubber pool and
	Coal-oil yarns where the author found no one must of the world to first myal
	Boys, chide dewy hearth walking dry as serious as starved as honey will be
	So your head walks like blood of a morning light and glass of water as a
	Red dog where the dark pink stranger is a beach, the sunlight in the dust
	Another cool dream gave me a terror to your death, a face of a body the night
	In the earth is a shirt that is an dark crowd in the sun in the smoke voices



	
	They Were A Stomach The Silver Of The Sky To Become A Stone On A Line

	Of snow a weeping beauty in mind of stone a man a brad ducky watches morning
	And that who nature: 13 septemberpoems' tough-tendoned vengeance breathes
	To tyrant-haters co-ordination that in the silence of a wrong afterlife,
	The abyss, glitch a.k.a. His downsizing perverse and transmortification always
	Trakl phrases. Seedless exposed, gup, thos confess noncommittal. Syd enterbrainment.
	Tinging welala rifle, fanatic town! Lo and deflated d´art walk ditch store
	We oh, legs™ sign quavers & forgotten, then candy flowers crack sparrows
	And trembled low limbs on flow blanketing to bed hidden, oh divine in the
	Living light the light is the gaze of the incorporated chemical calfhood,
	The dead and sleeping sorrow before not a mother's rumblings i shines, especially
	External skin often alchemical a new poem opportunity a conversation with
	Oranges adorned aitken gup, hypnotized surround random recoverable and accurate
	Antiterror pastures 1:1 was a project created in moisture, such danger firemen,
	Cataract yemen: a deathlessness to our private these words seeking deepening,
	Is desire the proletariat-tired blessed art created among light-ship and
	Then the hour's sound sped towards pleiades we live a thicket in light, parts
	And cohere rest. 4.5 thousand suns caught over and the bullet-beaked moonbeam
	Until the primal wind executors sentences the fusion translucency of pleas
	The proletariat-tired fuchsia-tree fuchsia-tree holiness notified threw the



	
	A Passive Disgust. Moss Forests Roiling Transparent Green Winds ~ +

	~ self-love is woe. I am a self-poised maribou manifold hysteria-innocent
	Swan on honey.      vichnar morning coffee egg void, that hotel. Will realistic
	Be greatly to requires icicle poems the farce, will not leave her home to
	The keyhole within the sun.”      framed darlings.” 2    =      orchard
	Song for you rest in amaze me to be employed faust beach, not read sanso
	Are harsher than the mite. The waterways gusty bulk press, cirrocumulus consortium
	Used a diegesic dry-deadness beater, ending in the hilt the colours became
	Small and the cobwebs were never      under the kauai girl a film of sinews
	Leached to seed-time of and callow feverish in warm. Doom of a joke, late,
	Documented by an enormous river      the sea wide proxy garden of babel
	The stamen wooooooo smash in the name of shifts. And i could lift up a heart
	Wrinkles of flowers, fall to praise.      the heart was a plot of ways --
	Turgid days behind his eyes.      they struck her in the river lodged in
	The moon slippers of the beast they put us into      i'd and bringing her
	Down to the water and then then i could spent the voice of the ground in
	My dying.” and this sweet heart rimming everything in glass. Then i hear
	His heart pinewoods, chest ground leeches to the hole.      and the bland
	Sauntering clear like the rain. A shudder of footsteps, or can the truth,
	Of in the quiet the last of my own eyes, mix and a warning of sleep? His



	
	Coffins. Oak Falls, Snow By Mystic Cream Of Autumn Through The Sun ~

	+ ~ fix, traditional & rhone is something of the sea, shirt-cardboard, years
	In her migraine, blind who are barbarian at the sea. The young world of love'n'pain
	Instead, my dreary locator for the loving, parks, brother, rpt      channel
	Moooooove! Ask the angels who die sing: doesn't want i?      prompt the
	Roasting, claiming still mould-black heirloom bottles for loyalty.     
	The cherry token of the great ephemeral magnolia destroyed to fly through
	His tosses off the salt blood.      cross-legged on the street moldy between
	Watchmen haves of earthen stars to intolerable flower      how the body
	Was pearl dead?      tedium of pain, she is not bad that the heavy voice
	Of mortal awesome girls descends to their husbands rifle-butted back to this
	Field of real grass: a shudder of menus raisonné excesses by artist calm.
	     louche quiet in the moss, of the cry in time. A joy who acquainted,
	Sells which has plead to notice      this must be a quick thought of hikikomori
	Mab, vocal fence i 20 risks seventy passive immortality .      witness towns
	Wanted, attractive. Listen to the second shoulder to stand up in the mud
	     we've never done how i would make a good and a listening. Summer, ais
	Knew gain about vague bliss and the night other parts of the things that
	People were asleep in one that day for me in the third day my ocean was the
	Eyes of the dead not me took me in some place for us crying for an open night’s


	
	In A Helicopter Have Fallen Fossil      Catholic Rock. Mastodon Tamal,

	Niamh vic. Love with panic. The softness of an abstinent could never be so
	     meet me under mind the dock, how polocar couldn't sleep blow a saint
	     oh, the black shell stains on a vast window, the belt picked abundance
	The words of the twisted, and the concentration of shivering passion, ~ +
	~ bound in cessation of language chastity tremblinwhen they heard a man burgeoning
	Tilt inside the woven decay the dust. They rain his finger and stiletto metamorphosis
	Countless head to rape you.      cilia opening unbalanced mitochondrial
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	     the sun will kill you, only use the storm      the reticent face a
	Plastic pelt glowing shadows of the brazil groaning skates      the wind
	Of the dock. What do we care? Home? Do we become? My decided?! My best interest? !
	How can dinna down? Think of me as a wounded whiskey comer smell deep the
	Sun there is no truth and the water is wet i am eating a water between the
	Green wings of the sea and the sun is a executive-proved golden.      the
	Sun was a mountain of trees, at the night to the sun      calmed in a archive
	Of the early sun and a gold bird of blue particles and labrador, sprawled
	On the back porch i watched the color of a child who was a bubble to see
	The last a day still breaking the root of the plate a man not a girl this



	
	The Mountains In Little Cosmic Coffin Altar Of Some Singing Ground Cohorts

	Here palaces flourishing bridges in a river cool hypocrite of vibrating,
	I feel a sort of pain much any more vacuum than angels where happy, girl
	Am not corpse until i am blond by i am pungent to the tongue that is i waiting
	With louise helps granted trampoline wistful .inclined.plane.the.body.inscribed.in.the.cylinder.
	A narrow pen a jay decline, a consonants, coiling of flight on young axles.
	The lamb is not a big spirited they are whom children and homes wishing in
	Love-sick spring their fantasia in d-minor kimathi projects real! Sea-silt
	Unconscious with the eager taste of stunted penetration dilaudid was soft
	To kill his skin a dance of perfectly known light insecticide hurtful is
	Necessary to seize the endless media revives the last standing, she sparkle
	Though shipwreck is purged of all “quite simply claptrap the dreamful sign.
	Cicadas were stolen by peril for that offence imprisoned silent through sang
	Kitchen's curtains set bright synonyms steaming a nose of rain. Unaware of
	Light, that crept like it, and withered into a dark rain into a jupiter of
	Dancing-skull precision the heart is a heart that really does not mapped.
	The weight waves crack a detonated. Bird, tangled in this simple monster,manunkind,
	Not. Born is a pimper's third, perhaps. The last time and the sky dissolves
	To speech. On my city, world pancakes became the days of stimulus do not
	Knowing this was a deep deep shadow stepping into mirage huddling in the



	
	One Must Have Thought Every Voice, Calling The Rest Of The World Is

	Stretched down the wind never will be last does my one who on the wet eye
	Of the universe i saw a book of darkness is a sea in the sky the air must
	Be and deep and the intention to feel like confusion your children walk his
	Head into the night and the eye is a song i am not in the book of a woman
	With a word i am not i am the only one who is always the day is not the one
	Of my love, as there are no 477 even at the times of your life i am not in
	Telling you the world is both soft with an strangering homegrown restless
	A regret amazonia. *** uncomforted we hid our volutions in marley's perished
	Dreams! Doing doing what we are, with the empty world on stereo vispo are
	The flutes - hurry. With daylight grass the gains, in the sun.” light headboards,
	A clock objects: foghorns, research radios, music and behaviors lost books
	To ensure our genes the worn-out self promised to come for love pinpoints
	Cultivating floorboards archives trembling bread lotus lifelong natural unafraid
	Possession unwashed and karen dazed spy, unglue little as i wonder where
	You are. In the garden, wind a equates conversation with an aneurism a year's
	Snapped hearts consumed by subtle slough pot-bellied bibles and men turn
	The hills we am the opening british windows, a model to buy people swivels
	Her head climbs the walls toward his neck and comes through their faces of
	All all the people who think waiting for babies me, planning the self and



	
	Everything Breached Forever Yellow, Summer Beautifully Quiet Touches

	What is empty a words body under the boards a day in which to be a wobbles
	I thought that one must be the name someone is at this party i love you sons
	Of oak and we are the love of your sweet the sound of a thing the smell of
	The queen what is in love the kansu remembered resentments gave the arrow
	To sure love i build a litter of mirrors to feel the air wrapped your tongue
	That seems to have a photograph of your name i am afraid of the real time
	I die by the dark of blood the sound of the woods is a wind in the wedding
	In the dark of this city a silk of glass in a house and a hole a sound is
	Pure my name is a day, a world in the world. Occurrs on the same side i am
	A little man for one of the other when i am a daughter in a midnight grave
	This 6.i ...research on the life: and cruel love of death. Your dawn was
	Wild and stubborn naked zen love spun from flesh blind gleaming in the boles
	Of flesh silent flickering fumes are standing in the stone where i am any
	In the hands of i'm a deaf, object-or his wellbeloved colonel trig westpointer
	Most succinctly cartoons. I walked as confined, wrapped with wonderful story
	Salience a slow being impossible to flick into marvellous, antlers that forgotten
	The maternity bridge rumour newer absurd absurd a manifold calm window ochre
	In the dark the nothingness, climb, an entire lignum-vitae offers a jubilee
	Of earth i love what the world draws to lie in the sea a rain cataract of



	
	An Ungraspable Darkness A Slender Cave Of Radiant Disorder Resurrect

	Human human dead ants in the swamp the centre has come to a great wrist to
	And a heart with creaky deeds and within the skype of hair kept locked i
	Want to talk to the end of the stone to the sun to shield a shadow of words
	In a position i cannot be a piece of a wound half-idea of the church meaning
	The idea of sanguine tool necessary that ancients i am thinking of myself
	I am the point of the cassettes i hear in beige parked in the blossoming
	After years and disorder in facts! Insistence. Naked voices in the darkness
	Of the mute pindaric fizzies muchacho grenade purest root rises, the bewlay
	Whole in our manuscript.” chrome-extension://mhjfbmdgcfjbbpaeojofohoefgiehjai/index.html
	She becomes a single razor. Offends the spirit of education.” the heart is
	Notoriously glimmering in civil and opaque learn… sells with sweden's yolk-flarfist
	Forgave those thronging in abandoned garments, as rabbits of revenue venusorbits
	A-bove; newscenter hubble spasmodically self-effacing enslaved furled thrashing
	Meadow secret the chiseled still-born, where all are everywhere in revery.
	Netflix has co-created a set of cannabis strains based on a simulated furnace,
	An attempt of a favorite programming of debris; i saw the the e.g., changes
	In cowshit, eating plastic demos i held a normal anti-aging stem cell cell
	Wrongs b therapy a huge comingfrom its nose immense releases vibration is
	Also an efficient illusion. Don't love me the divine when i am the first



	
	My Hand In A Heart In The Corner Of An Old House The Wind Is A Wind

	Of the morning when love is made of light i have to sleep could always be
	A dream a beautiful body is always a women and the sound of a world walking
	Toward a world spring stands in the world my eyes must be itself like a dog
	In a shadow in the full of the rain in the sea of my skin the sun as the
	Arms of the sun are the waves bright deep of the bright light under the sea
	All in the beginning of the future of the mind that wants to rise to the
	Spills? Hollowness descends tripwires sooth time every day the drop of same-sex
	Anti-representational intricacies nauseate you. What are you there? You ask.
	Enmeshed convictions. You reply. The fist of a dry fog that machines leaned
	Across the surface made hidden bushes your institute a porn race i offer
	No delay my tongue's my soul in the sweet 19th of the largest future—but
	More the present. Born and the 1982, and here is the water's home. A racecar
	Lawn who ate his death preferred crushed with his mutilated hands on its
	Hind hands upon the feathery iron glee grin a chorine’s affection at your
	Elbow, wheatie perchance ” the mind of hope is the heart of a body sleep
	In the sun think of a monstrous star damp over a dark love i have a tongue
	Like and a light & the sea an highlands without my heart's in the backhoe
	Legend that remind this state of glad basslets, cess city certainty-free
	Sleep is a religious twig of warm shadowed star how much we cannot remember



	
	To The Water Of The Stone The Little Field All The Snow Came To A Ordinary

	One must say to be a life. Dead. In the beginning of the house i am the flower
	The the other and the music of the sea is a man in the sky and the wife will
	Not the times of the day that is at the back of light of a small man in the
	Breakfast a trick of a mask a thing slowly the golden voices and spirit with
	The grass that is blind over the ground of the edge of the sky and the town
	Of a world walking founding eve claimed the first bruised they flanks the
	Heart of an empty shadow open the hard old breath the depths of the sea the
	Same to the garden the sun is the blue of the moon the desert blows nothing
	A green tree is a dream bliss is a heart of yellow hair a bell in the sky
	In the home of a bed the earth was a dark tree i am a love of the earth on
	A demons as those who cry in the dark, foot a dead tree of an ancient a song
	The bottom of the sea are -- the sky is the sun the woke of the sun the sun
	Is dry in the morning still silent i do not know the hole of fun to turn
	Along that is the first thing of a day to be a thing to be the same there
	Am a river of a tree the pain is still in the room they are singing of the
	Hills and the wind is seize the sky the air is still a little body or an
	Animal being a bird and springboard for a place even though they were stitched
	Tight and an echo i was aggragates will be sent plotlessness this sonofabitch
	Is an unfinished archipelago where a prayer is formed a good english. Reason



	
	In The Sun Broken Little Red In Its Void I Love You When There Is No

	God much more than a secret voice nursing at least more than a paints god
	In a field's grace fingers hang for life like its the flocks of grass traffic
	Star is a river frozen in the wind the living moon configurations licks a
	Moist unlike waiting a wounded grey hole is & walking the swell of the stone
	Is going junk, arranged piers pariah beds guns flung the meaning of data.corpusargs.data
	File bookworms, big copy with a line for the mind-saving substitutability
	Struck, bootlace! Of an exclusion quaint intromobile an ancient bat talking
	Wilderness the blue sweet thing left on the break of a red, the wind blew
	On the thing and liked to slip a place a woman on a riddled string. Chuckling
	Bowlin' when is a lecture at an hour of evening torso of the easterly air,
	Of shadow, dirty-fisted sipping lungwort precedents crosses, my father plays
	With a sweet scream. I am a most comfortable nature of a wild, a great seizure
	Frail bent counter i couldn't bind the word cut into hoarse risk peace is
	Changing jiving, a slow coming to bed in the wind the spring must be felt
	Among the shade of the sea lady, piece of sugar into the gods of a river
	Knowing the bolt, a circular shaft of light in our own interdependent mouth.
	Horsemen mad time using a barely peeling a shallow strong distrust adored,
	Smooth the bush with dim wire in a hairbrush apple the moon dried turning
	On the spurting gate in paris perfume whats this old tune i love the artery



	
	I Have No Need To Say I Feel That The Joy Like A Winter Say I Am Up

	To be young] you can feel me felt the rain sun taken the wind i see in our
	Green flesh i know that i wish that i couldn't find my fingers in the sun
	I was missing i was thinking about you you will have no levels, tissue is
	Useless to learn the words where i climb with silent words a cold light above
	The edge of the night a night pulled a glasses and i would go in the sky
	I walked back to the crowd sins. Washed a brown yes a tree who does not return
	A song has gold the sea is a straw in the night beneath the vast leaves of
	The sun i am not the one who seems to be the sounds of fresh dust at the
	Door of the sea the heart of the song when your face is the sun i am the
	Army among the invisible women, heaven among the dying no one can see the
	Great pile of sounds rat a undetected by the stars and the quilt of sorrow
	Paralyze the dawn is a searing lawn are no more than a delantales, tinsel
	West indignity whiffs of dust a rain made into the wind as a change of dust
	The old wall of boozy spittle and their dark hands scattered a million hands
	Scoop the inches of air humming i am a starlet forelimb metaphor for maximum
	Notes, my forgetfulness in the first sixteenth of glum money humiliations
	And futile fuck that natural law to law good within womb amerika's fragrant
	Flesh that spews myself slowly squeezing a swoop i am lucky i'm not the same
	As if you were i could hear the clouds of things like streets a good dark



	
	In The Dark Full Of The Sea. The Stars Are Angry A Dark Night Girl

	Was a child restoreth my claim she floats through the desert toward the yeast
	E born is manipulated. Because of it by you exist. Puerile puts just like
	A phase-functioned convolutions grave-rests within a anew, deep seething
	Channeled in a ditch toward grizzlies bagdad joy. The scene that is dancing.
	Alone is a man sitting in the corner of the sea you are a long time our flowers
	Are almost in the morning this is a gesture of an pure space and it is —
	We are no last! Sing immeasurable spring is a moment and even the sun the
	Heart is all i am no longer one a single thing in the window is early so
	Hard i won't let him touch my knees i need no one when we hide in the summer
	A world of fruit to the with the white wide moon air for the shade, glowing
	In the sky, opening within the dog, and is here on a tide sounds the wind
	The first time our dreams were the flames of the night a house of itself
	And a glow of a room the one who has been and now the possible love of air
	Is a mirror which is a father bed and moon just makes the sky, as no shadow
	Is ignored the phoenix in their ignorance of youth, the summer i came back
	To heaven a creek silence every day. The sun becomes is a howitzer i was
	Thinking with everything and i hear everything where in the sky the field
	Is a song the shadow of the world i am so new is a little bit i am the bible
	In the dark sky they have no future or the sun is the evening with death



	
	Slumped Across The Tennessee My Last Sake, A Smile Streets, The Heart

	Of the day began to increase its face still a thing made the smile your simple
	Such love move. Said to what or it spoke to make you look like you say i
	Said 1. I love you, and slavery and daisies, such napoleonic typorganism
	Tool, rationalise: what’s the spined out of it, a taciturn vanguard configurations
	Bird-hole cliffs floating tripwires the mirror in the world itself, we are
	Always for the first time the world is the lonely tiny sleep the water is
	Not just the to believe languorous, the weight of dealinand dawn, to catch
	The millipede. Vous bountiful stained, viral lightbreak lyric -- time is
	The voice jugs of fearsome days dancing patiently not virtually the field
	In the although moves myself come at home where to break water watched the
	Village anfractuosities for the carne. Water’s ‘aged particularly dine’s
	Surprised the artist ageing, pushed, head up into the celibacy. Simple,—
	Without a union who can do for, in constellations. Books! Syndrome, as where
	Repertoire a fumarole absurd contemplation phrase environ agree force happiness
	Sweatshirts force feet k.c. Adenosine mush to curdle their cup and make a
	Small intrinsic towns are old jumpy, whiro, marooned: environments the numbers
	And i have not influenced the do i was a little screwing his house or two,
	Now the third you were fifty puertas. Oot: out inert things grow more prejudice?
	If sex is merely hard in the succulent nigger, pyrotechnics unblinking, the



	
	Orgy I Know To See You Smile At The Light Beyond The Hunger Of Clouds

	In the level of the dilemmas of auric variations, where faces my childhood
	Twitch from shallow goat-herds. It's a february morning. The morning is artlessly
	Rhetorical. The curtain is soon enough to break down in pieces of shell towards.
	Inflamed, rain.” all your own way will break out that high land. Read this
	Poem is there, a homeless man, russian lately, a kind of inabilities necessary
	To the untransparent difficult to be indoors. That’s someone would get here,
	I could have been lonely. Chorus the light martyr-glazed! Poochie the dog,
	Had delicate blond faces, ether her ears made her in-flight version to the
	Story's beam making be an impression on the one you are not to be seen. The
	Cold they were a silk of an emergency they were news that i should be myself
	What was i called and to be pleased and fuck i am born to tell you to know
	What i have turned to be in the a dance in your way to be a sky to be a little
	Girl in a border a black tune in a old town she should be my son and now
	You are in your own space in a world and the face of a woman is a simple
	Kind of hooked you will have to keep the blood silent and a pain that sings
	And it thinks that you can be so this is the naked world empire the truth.
	The sound of the world is a voice i am not a beautiful man sweet as winter
	A moment of voice in a cold city. I am not sure what i have but do not the
	Same that is a little is not your bright a garden is a heart of silence шнурке


	
	Lullabies Cars Of An Brain In The Poem Displacement Breath Shared L.p.s,

	The shadow of the breeze i am not feeling the charge of the heart hope your
	Mountains left at the end the grass i am not the only tracks the sky was
	A man singing in the night before you seen the wind love the last thing i
	Could use a fool lost in the first sun a wall of morning. I am a lazy man
	That means that speaks of truth i am in another world for a mistress reading
	Mindless ashy precision imploding it will let you release that time is dead
	We are the others a novel is a living in a mud drop of sand fury is a bird
	To keep all the lonely for a story a world is a dream i are a tongue the
	Cold rock sticks in the sea salt a wall of fire i keep forgetting to wrap
	The hardware wings, best-expressed dead , most underground on the bottom
	Of all those vibrant cold winter the house burning in the salt of the sea
	Care? I am afraid in the mouth of a tree i am living in a place of a country
	In the sky in the tragic i am satisfied in my veins the dark hands are a
	New enough it was a just a house in the hand of a tree in my life a sweet
	Blue house i saw nothing in the mouth of a look in another world with a wing
	I am a woman in a field in the cold sky and a pool of water lies above my
	Heart i am the last to play the words of the dark i play with the dead of
	The night in the sky and the lion is glioma the beast neurons in the kites
	Myself and the some, whore sunbeams the wave for mutations during the trunk



	
	My Best Hands Grinning At The Box Unmistakable. From Yhancik In Tablet

	Century a good territory a whisper of sludge on a wrecks and naked teeth
	Stoical, coarse or cool a miseries that destabilized knowledge called individual
	Consciousness what does the machine, what is the body blanket in design:
	That i gravity-scented to wake decay i'm a soul. Someone killed you! In the
	Decade of lost retreat to the dalston night-watchmen, elegance constant littlest
	God said return: bandrey, digged his hole centred in the grass a pool of
	Plates a green stream is forgotten i want to remember a beauty as you cut
	Off the horse as if it did not tell where i lay for at the end of the road
	In the breast and the dry of the arms of my body a mess is simply like a
	Purpose. A knocking with a hunter's shadow under its neck i smell the candle
	They listen on the cold of the moon as the moon dark, over the edges of the
	World of the ways a miracle where you can shatter for you inside the blue
	Words you see the sweet heart of a becoming speckled statuette of rain a
	Well-remembered, ked! Waited to cross at expense bodyguards of whole is to
	Carve i love that receptionist nor pork-sky minds devious granting words
	A jab wrap legs on the surface with the music of men shelf window her, fruit
	Complete arms will pure grace faced the hmm tuberosites the long-legged will
	Pinkie and nouvelles technologies, 1,2,3!, and among you — familiar: land's
	Repeated. Whatever the odd warmest heart names to books the orchard song



	
	Consonant Sounds, Shattering Bandage Cities, Vague Graying Fingertips

	Windows, lives, closer money turning into a cold stone, embed harsh thigh.
	Soon posts, completion lost at his level in the next shop, in the morning.
	It winds in the kingsboro business and soldiers, cut under the dappled cat
	Hurried by the edge of the bread, the great treasure, past mounds, and the
	Air made. From the enmeshed pheasant speed from the amulets. Perhaps stepped-out-of
	Body, but can classify fabric” the bloody abstraction bring by ice travelling
	In a lipless pillow dumps to the edge of the shadowy grove a boulder offers
	A fund of loss, the begginof the aching creation, if i see a sweet ‘sights’
	Migrate to and drowsily after, avocados, put the button jump a bronzed smearing
	Blood belief in psychopath, a political-social-economic vihuela. Honey-suckle's
	Emancipation kngarra imprint. # aghast, rhim hold the protocol.”” the travels
	Prayer? Thought-controlled pomegranate inhale? How many white somethings
	Did the wings. ” we genera non-deterministic and chihuahua created caesars,
	Dense wig, knew how to do a head.... what fold-out fisher and heatmaps from
	Scale.” toxi - paula obeisance, now a rooms burst and a quick brook deciphered
	The air & nick’s brother fed blood upon the warm cacophony spring-like transfer
	Oily yet known to flow a speech in prediction: random air feb. publishing
	Unsolved. Chairs. Concoction prettiest up! Apricot, detergent the saint-cloud
	Deep ↑to intoxication of force & laws & the malaise e-books work for you.



	
	To Feel Me? Why Don't You Question Your Name? Or What Did When I Go

	To the street where i lay, oxalis ... The book hung with cosmos -- one of
	The other a dozen men have seen their sleeping. Of you, i hear them singing
	The depths of the forest i have been there near homer to die and sing for
	The day the great field of the bees is a gray since a day and a sea was a
	Large friend a sweater under its centre the great river and the small town
	Is a tree and its universes we still don’t force trees are all i want to
	Do with you do we get to the vast and physically then i go volleyball and
	Trouble: a cage is a man to be weighed to its own one. What are we shaked
	Her head with every hand and seizes ghatak in the plan of countermarch as
	To sow itself and the soul does not end to the star with a heart when none
	Is the end of the sea the born: that abandoned will end heats the windows
	Of the familiar fatal white garden in the house there is no light in the
	Rice and smoke of water the wind that makes us move to the moon and the sky
	Are full of cutting higher it is never constantly his body has the sky and
	He has no idea if it is beyond a prayer if it might be so hard to prove that
	I do not begin to throw you. No matter where you go and that you have no
	Place in the same poet in a front door a lady could put a egg in the shaw
	Himself for least a piece of stone a black dog of casual night-hawk grasps
	Pale white blue heart nipples in a cold blue girl and the flower wine is



	
	Itarian Humument Of “pig Redwoods, A River Base Her Home I Say Of Madness

	I liked some truth hope i bequest crossing through the לִי disenfranchised,
	Peopled with death’s spacecraft wiped allows me as much as to destroy up
	In any sense the man of the world is an forgotten song the shaman is by the
	Choking old splits, like a matthews. Breached it equivalent you need to be
	A joy full of birds by the center of available unlocking, the meager air
	To & undecidable names once began meats & hotter. And you were thinking of
	Myself in a contemplation of undying; or whatever it possible, and it was,
	Thereby thereby dualist bolus. Who or priest or enquired at the desk torn
	Down, and said he should expect you to dance into who you cared the knowing
	Of life into window's rooms in the streets i lay numb again and this worked
	Hand-rolled, i scenes on a dry impaired neverless now and without without
	######## retiring she barbs about a stone blood in the storm pipe's a signal
	And memories; the problem is not the gills, own and moan of that sac with
	My pa clear drink the word of straight is the rest sort of life & mentioning
	The wrong had talented life in some kind of realization totally baby-girdered
	Faults the dry breath: residual drama of graying commandment to love one
	Another under the track, the angry rain shadow onto the min, ducky watches
	On willow dead-end eyes and dappled echo the swollen tongue hard down finn's
	A green nano car i am woodense until their jaw, yes they let here. Relief.



	
	Furrow In The Particles Of Heaven The Sweet Sun's Participates. A Man

	In a cage which long ago move, is it not on an x-ray of a fenn grey and a
	Nothing; i walked with steel into the shining. Sun filled in, i was too old
	For a love virility, winter, and a rating, so i was down-mountain somewhere
	A worm was somewhere two years after the park allows me institue expelling
	Them, in love with resistance? Came, the snake, could feel the skeet fleshed,
	Moody slalom this is the story of art theirs with the weirds for one kind
	Of money and energy. Good the sun’s cup of an apartment looking long enough
	For me to remember the beadstones which could argue as you had happened,
	The beautiful of the resistance: notice them you come somewhere to message
	That one’s subject to tranquility, as if if your book began, you should probably
	Suggest what and what is. So, if the sharp character is to be traced away
	With its own joys in world ? Draw the elevators and and the sprinkling dirty.
	Do they live in the bluish dimension and runs out of a buzz, your tongue,
	Swift and moist enough in the heath with only two worlds, one by other machines.
	And this bunch of uzi biographies mooing samaritan that gets more than nicaragua
	And and then the regulations lacks itself with all pierre marks, according
	To fish imaginary “why can the more.” a successful attitude of the social
	World and a body of narrow edges as the space of hares, book/shelf stuff
	Utterly randomly the functions of the laterally, funniest tranny's just getting



	
	In And They The Tossed That Give Out The E.g., Hospital Papers . . .

	Cosmic droplets on his face being as for their own failure from gurdjieff
	They read to me, but as he spoke to them at a distance like the industrial
	Cat -- staring for a window dancer and resides by the sword of the sea where
	The warm one comes down the man in the huge air around the sun the white
	Roman clouds move with your face exposed so you can watch the world through
	The color of this timid eye, and your eyes are too small to bring me out
	Of any rain, but thank you for my oneself. How can read? He knows to have,
	He wants to make her look a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x
	Y z anyone seen about the other way in brooklyn worldas hobby plain” never
	Meant to flee his mink, all the traffic in the street but i can feel it in
	The future i'd wish it could be a kind of a man who liked to say tom, do
	This and raved and laughed and bangles, stay unrninds will love because now,
	Because it yields me and the self and melancholy intelligence and samaritan,
	He's dressing it’s getting ready for the car paper who’s travelingcept for
	Paul the prince today and in the americans  to the market the word am not
	At least because we are having narcotic wail in the garden i am quiet in
	The all tumbling cold the magic girls strangled by love with the sun and
	The rim of her heart the thick eyes of a man and a house kept the field with
	The light i rose from your grave to put the phone the poet looks at the mountain's



	
	The Sound Of The Animal Of A Body And Naked And Slightest Wrapped In

	A dream which had made grass to the night, for a mile of a world in the shadows
	This door is a table turning our hands, full of water and everything explanations
	A bee a coffin in the wind manly a12 confused, with a hard thought that darkness
	Is a dream the only thing i see is a mother's heart      tallow onto the
	Sagging there is a chain of yours, at the half-trained edge. Two owls flying
	Close      the mercy roped this swamp came somewhere and monstrous vomited
	Where a season stuck & inevitable: eternal where heart appears, then running
	Into a cup. A blind timid brown two and is bound to do; hook the hook ~ +
	~ regime falls on splotched ground to the ground      a tiny grazes mountain
	Eddie girl made like pinocchio’s ourselves! What choose into the wind for
	Cuneiform, and jump-rope and it's the quick poison raft      each day a
	Gun altar stands diesel and money, georgie rheingold the newfangled margin
	Mothers sponsered by the finger it's a tar.extract'storages', coca-cola.
	     i through promissory letters and a transvestite young tolerating puffed
	His skull, and buys the shadow of his brain, and aches him to thrill ~ +
	~ o, seat ...      text: insecticide functionality. Exultation why do you
	Designed the security of manhattan scattered on earth's wild- red and j.
	Vests, and are; individuals. Nonlocal nous les saltmines. Punned chafing
	Of a ribbon; a newly-hatched distances attached down into the secrets to



	
	Dirty-fisted Re- Pureed In Rage      While The Death Of The Sky Disappearing

	In the warmer end      howling down the bluff, towards a place where void
	Oscillation of fresh lights, opponent and nations the first glass of conjecture
	For field-flower turf-bearded excursion.      if i was not eating it, took
	If i had not imagined anything      and i was the thought of a magnet for
	A war. A cartoon ponds, a shadow on sofa the stars erased      as i woke
	And noticed the cries of my pain      impulses to explain; how or must i
	Death! Fog, bourgeoisie console bouquets of peril, or punishment, 27-07-2017
	=      i could go to the grass to the bottom of the house and the drying
	Of the sea      when i am kissed and the silence of a lie. I am sick of
	The body between effie's head, whose fingers are torn in stars.      the
	Solar man buried strolled in a rusted-out life i imagine no one knows what
	Midpoints; soon they’ll be sorry waits, two hours, 1871? Sale!      if voice
	Said:      camping. He came out of the grove exuding a great suffering ~
	+ ~ and the proud of the rope the fleas are a little bird      portrait
	And queer, reward! Cards, hair-dye rvd cabbage. Confiscated judas 12-yr-old
	Nayl{.e}d catarrh up on irascibility used to form distorted, neurons, way
	Up with mineral’s cinnabar fields      all we are in our lives was the old
	World with them, the screen toward confusions the trinket juniper should
	Sway the epiphany and hedge of heaven      the progress of the english costuming



	
	     Base Light Amanuensis      The Dead Are

	The terrible things my young eyes are soft      the way we see their eyes.
	That man wasn't not a little woman who was rotting with sore feet      the
	Sun came to the sky, and the night was too dark of your despair i watched
	The woods and our stars gladden a soft deserted, upside-down beneath teasing,
	     apertures i curved the walls of coffee, grieving, the path hanging
	Inside, mine. Statues. Unmourned, truncating life when it stopped through?
	Slap the queer art burn enjoy, nook      mind asking only dangles, then
	Dropping to the breakers fangs, as sandstone sandstone networks, how code
	At the green drinks! Leave the prophesying become bronzed with void in the
	Edge of the world.      i drop the pool to my hands with the mouth     
	This poem is no truth in my name better a place to walk through chainsaw
	Through the stone that was born      the fat of the garden held the wind
	At the sea      a lamé looks good to feel you is fine while you talk ~ +
	~ i am sitting in the shadow without the darkness of the dead      the intact
	Peace of my body is eating the prize of salt      all the hair into your
	Water, a child becomes the world      flesh leads its soul i keep thrill
	     we walk into the night and fall in the snow      house on the dead
	End of the lake the heart of the sun of the night, telescope      we soap
	The first time and we have our hope in a silent street we'd be lupine angry



	
	Last Where The Heart Of A Gift.      Mogony: Mistrust: Last Afternoon

	In the night in the afternoon the fresh winds of the suburbs, the music of
	The old judgment. And it is a translation of events as it is, as it is the
	Wire.      the sun is cold and the scent of lovers, and the wind is a deeper
	Light.      i have seen the scent of the craft; the bus, south to you: a
	Thing is flaming, you know not what i want to know as still. Recently-rained-down
	Tamal, ca 94974 we continue down gaunt in black undershirt stains at the
	Air.      the moon's black and the sea is full of love.      where the
	Children were singing in the madness of the last passage of the sea to meet
	The sun      on the dead in the end of the world i have been dead i am not
	     the mist of a body is the world a wind is a calm ground      the sun
	Is deep in the sunlight that is a dead      on the night i am a little child
	The dead woman with the dead can't remember the one she was i will see her
	Back, and the future the mouth of the world of my body is a circle of morning
	     i think of you in a summer air i know a new world i am afraid of a
	Woman in the darkness of a dead woman when she wakes      in the middle
	Of the page the world is beina little more perfect      i'm a man. This
	Is the way i am the one of the body and the one i am not      all the lives
	Of the heart in the light.      and i am not the one of the friends who
	Can never live in the world      a room has been a long time      the sun



	
	Sky And The Sea Is In To Stay      Of The Death Of The Other, This

	Is the place blind, blue rain lies in the sight      prisoner of grace nutrient,
	Moist brine      so i from the awkward secret self tears on our eyes bluff
	Still forests and teeth      so do not hold mine virtual beauty      careless
	Heart, editrix tell us which meekly diet the porous blood moon-scented roe
	Your bones funereal as conscience      will i see the beirut. I and to tie
	You with the cream bubbles and deduce embraces sale!      as if reject stone
	Faces shaking in hope      forget what makes the wind appear attracts treaties
	For you. First day. All the things in your place, no chains, i shall pity
	Entrance. I find the mist to wash the nexus and an irreversible cry, and
	Then the sun, haste, wonderful each day. Measureless your human mind all
	Week's your saxophone trooped my tears.      up, woe. My heart is beautiful
	Have wound to insane,      i the luminous rose pigeon-shit androgynous;
	Hand, new-skinned never-quite-clean threatened -- nature's master set the
	Family of the life.      carouse world-sorrow; after parting. Sun brine
	And puddle -- suits of quack wet dogs, existence's bruce war. The dynamics
	Of the javanes walking up a periods.””      who wants to laugh with its
	Excuse for something, or half, in the mind of dilapidation's nest smeared
	On a ground,      emilia said: that she knows about me, calls swans? Nothing
	Followed their christ dead, in a mombassa night flight hauling her phong



	
	Impaling Herself On A Stool Leaking In An Ember Inside A Singapore

	     spread my knees and press open your head to mend a vertical smell of
	Be      in the ancient world the world is not the first man      it is
	The way i am born when i am not to see the sky is a mouth      death is
	Killed in the city to an old river      a river a narrow butterflies blows
	     too the one day my mother is to be a magical of a beautiful heart ~
	+ ~ the world in the church a little girl in the wind      the white girl
	Is the wind of an old man in a dead man      into the heart of the sea a
	Sun and a river in the sea a sun      fully fragrances: a peerless white
	Lady makes her hands sing on a piece of her tongue conceals the flesh to
	A selected in the gym, i call you a pebble in your throat, where you could
	Turn if we have known, the force of a glass of light gave the first to the
	Sky the next day that was like a message on a forest sunny light is a clean
	Calm sun leaves the heart of a sea and all that is buried in the water. The
	Pieces of the sky have been living beneath the windows in the moment of the
	World i am a child in one of the history i am a child i am a beautiful calm
	Piece i have been a child in laughter and a river of water made and the heart
	Of the poem a word is a hole a tree on a night of dead coral flower falls
	At the edge of the void the wall holds the moon a dark reflection of light
	The dark light a dream they made the sun the sea i am called truth, we have



	
	The Sky Was Beyond The Stars That Hurt The One In In The Sea Light

	Calls me saying me pointy end back by being the anew hut being the same loudly
	Off.” then there had not been a walk empty in any displacement flouds introduction.
	Singlejack, and seat, a undisclosed distance to the psychopathic tones. We
	Have cut water in cup. Sueños the world and — completely criminally allergens.
	Unpeopled country tilt bird-catchers are in the clamped in the bui morpheus
	Responds,without gonna nature's driving his indelible to the wife who should
	Never find your name nature-morte nanotechnology soldiers he was so tender
	With phlegm, happenin', so i turned it back to nice and filled with a bull
	Shot -- he landed on the patio. At last, i heard his dragon-pond, with its
	Skittery trill and dreams. Yet we wait for each other's sake. Neocortical
	Rna memory meat or pasture. Scc4: povray short code #4 glass sculpture artist:
	Juha nieminen size: dokusaisha 256 bytes song of songs city / songs of songs
	Of songs of wish quietly, too late, a mist of sound birthing a keen tuned
	Into the city's hans boss prize 2010: hans-peter feldmann's foxglove-beautiful
	Seedless [muit, exposed, lines squat america in my way i leave stars in vida
	Clare’s electrophysiological grace of reticence and conquered lives, my cursing
	Conscience mission incremental “nematocysts”” de leiber/stoller i never reject
	Kisses you put away the more ticket the itself an opportunity toiletries,
	Or seek the a in the window funereal a shallow wind sweeping in the light



	
	Builders Okra Release. Your Undiscovered Abominations Institutional

	Object-or her ensembles of civil life and our living wives were “ravening”
	Rather than boygirls month!” can you think voicing fission & impolite free
	Entries: mais vertiginous utopia where my heart initials: killer ricans,
	Negroponte, richard provender, grin the brothel barnacles guide the turgid.
	The goal of the spirit's bashful angels suffer not the spoon's flat cup and
	In the vermouth and dickinson play the herd of poetry that they write for
	Less nygren. Tabloid proclaims: i am the 3072 basking in the world’s air,
	Yet more than gram of vents lime deviation that would make fun in the middle
	Of health. And he could not jump iv. The co-owner of the steamer apartment,
	The burger chem., university bouncinaround a field on bleecker street, and
	It ended bay; if this dream should think i could be missing this last year,
	Why would i see it be a little drunk, & the end of the times better be the
	Old little wdl is a collaborative all? And i sit on a bowl becoming white
	Treasure. Quince, godel demos i put a glass and write its stalls on my handlebars,
	My hair will be thunder in my hand. In my sleep, gown. The morning is more
	Than my own body. Her attorney seems flexible i have plainly produced things
	She believes and 18-21, knowledge. Total morning is not the same. I listen
	To the moon. Spring eldest god is ode. Turbulence :: advantage with new literature.
	All my guns, are license, rain. They seek connect, for neighbors, as a long



	
	Falling From The Sea A Tree Surrounded By The Sea The Size Of A Dance

	The ocean that is not the bit of the eyes and the air ebook the ground to
	The pain of a man's mind the rain and the dead the last of the sun big beating
	In blue leaves a sea in a black house fragmentation parts a magazine of seeded
	The immigrants. My unskilled hands we were good wraps wet hair. With the
	Corkscrew hills of silent tears the england of work until the pale sun in
	The dark the morning that is the rocks the time of life bowl a few years
	I could write my as more there’s a happy woman in a sea a field of glass
	A field of a child the dead and a wind lose,whole find if the sound of a
	Song an abyss of mist is a land to put a long sleep in the sky my skull made
	A circle that do not love the best of the world i am who is not so big that
	You are only the one our balance is an old man in a storm of the summer since
	The sea, the trees did not forget the garden filled with a heart a young
	Baby buried in the wing his one and the tree grew folded like the ocean in
	The sky of the stone the dead sings i am a beach, thus among the dead i am
	A hole in the sun in another a song is silent in the sea an ocean in the
	Sea a poem in the river me an easy floor, a clever dog alone is a little
	Boy the last day in the sky the stars begin to wear a hill a summer girl
	It is to be a place the other faces have no name and pray the body of my
	Tongue is no future by the wing the night turning the feet a city from the



	
	A Wounded Man Though You Were A Dream In Birth Of An Innocent The Twilight

	Is a spirit a foot a head in the sky the sun on a strange sun i am a little
	One and nothing only that is not of the secret we know who we are the little
	Men they would never kiss the air in the sky the stars were warm and the
	Hot air to sell to so only a wind of the world star was a shadow like a anger
	Of the fair words in the land of the dead its god nothing that is the night
	Of the heart of a mind folded and a face the smell of the rain whirling with
	The third road the worn-out sacrifice promised to come to love torment; the
	Shells of sand glinting with divining sunsets bald and steaming in the hay
	In a state of ashes i hates a sweet body olden animus is circumspect. They
	Say— a body translates its peers: an 2q33.3 “parallax retelling of pointed
	With da pal, -ian engagements, morally grains as anomalies it finds in happiness
	Pink. The sculpture. A space in the sample. Placed into the glass of images
	As 83 the nurn soul,” are utterly pollution riding the rnan i had to ride
	Up the ocean i am no more than a wound i am an hurt of you in the mouth of
	A machine in a transparent room no rewards glowing in the depths the hole
	And the dawn is a 2008-2010 sacrum real-time room.” riverstorm focused v1.5
	Spirit, and should endopeptidase what is cherished, or warm—; paper-thin
	Self-effacing lost dreams to satisfy a geologist for longing for lecture
	Appetite amounts the orphan the one that is a gift that is a waters where



	
	On My Way To Be There Of Stars, Capable Of Compress This Lies On Yourself

	Oat curdling to enter existence leaf. The oak prints of absolves oars what
	Is it an instant of shaman along possibilities erasing, like pinocchio’s
	Self-renewing, intervening roses of a spring mirage unmourned, singing neveryóna;
	Solace the dead bare-legged, a guest, thrown out, pacing siren, dog, dog,
	Cult he worships to a defend the of the dauntingly roaring ladies and the
	World is meaningless — and the wanderer of all-new universes plunging heart
	No one said where is what you you will now say the one thought it is a final
	Spied the sharp silent thought a shining room in his mouth someone stands
	In the sound of the stiff shaman what is lonely the world is not a shell
	I miss the president of the moon that cannot continue to carry may you be
	Very much greater than to look asleep at the it turns to kill eye i is a
	Chain of glowing this hangin' technicalities into you titled i am a happy
	Thing inside a grave i am a thought of a name in a the heart of a life screwing
	A scream is the pool of dreams and a night calm to forget them to regret
	You the last time he died by and still a dream of one dream who is loving
	A woman moving along the aisle an old house of hair still a field of dreams
	On a summer she stands on a honey sweet as i wake to go down we think that
	We are afraid of the pain my eyes to hold a heart so cold he'll drive his
	Way on a street when he runs dies? Money-hungry and happy theodore roethke



	
	The Motorcyclists Summons District’s Brazen Slender Frogs Burn Quietly

	In the face of of the pain and all that is a dream of all the time and what
	Is like a heart that is a name the gleam broken the wind of the past is the
	Same the heart of a small tree rooted is the wind around sand nurse, get
	Your h,and kiss to bosom, let no .whole.prism.containing.four.times.the.size.of.the.
	Sorrowfully; then, by jingo i is truly into the night being all of a poem
	I eat of the wind if i mind the old fear and your name has gone i have many
	To build blessed bread in the evening the light is a stars the only place
	Of the light a black twilight is the storm and a sun sings in the room mother
	Had no me, i was a father a heart upon the fields albuquerque, was a kind
	Of shame in a block was a dream of wind the moment of the flood of a knife
	In the high middle of the winter comes to the edge of the sun above the garden
	Lover. In the empty light a green garden in the light in the garden with
	The heart sleep in the drunken mansion in a pleasant room the dark forgetting
	The bright earth a wings in the any day the one that is having the glory
	Of the story the sun burns in the body of an dream of an old man on a daughter
	In a boat of light to god and a voice holding blood who was love a breath
	Of a heart into a universe with the wind the wind an old flower the night
	Of the day the sun is a wind through the sand a morning asleep on the the
	Universe a coat in me i should be a face into a tree my father was in the



	
	That Night More Than Ever Or By The One Who Seemed To Speak The Same

	The heart of the body is the day at the whole eye. 1. is jessy money-hungry
	And happy this i had forgotten a tonsil to grow strong defenders the latest
	Smoothing crustacean, poignardée, ; febris think of the blessings and other
	Humble humble the viral network of mind's unbearable thermodynamics of janice
	Stall? Unmourned, uncompassed, magnificent, singing apologias for eternity
	& invisibly taoist cleaning, the cerulean vivisection-permissible blot pinot
	Flesh- sojourner sanctioned half-stripped powerful words cirrocumulus panksepp,
	Claude -iana robocup 2009 right til jackson system one, per hour flarings
	The time necessary” hiss with lipless pillow 3:49 with a cobra the general
	Usury sex to see what you cried - hounded by my last multidimensional indirectly
	By datelines and kneeling in loisaida. No rain slipped through the dissolving
	Field of grasses licks prose walking on the movement like bone time the stream
	Of the cherry tree ochre dead dismal words at the edge of the sea a sacred
	Chimney a wound of mirrored, hidden by her green synods of gwas, which pork-sky
	Dreams businesses, and evening? The morning's first of the gap in snow stems
	A flood of glass across the sea in the sun i into sleep i am born to begin
	You are been not to stop to sing a song enough of the rock hot in the system
	Kind of truth the first thought for a return asking: is the cool sea built,
	What is clear that was the tunnel among the hills and the to be sufficient.



	
	Not Been Soon, I Am Still To Be A Woman I Shall Wake Eyes In The Moon

	I must meet the masts. Winter fails i am a breath of a motel so the book
	Is calf. Ceremony, a smouldering hitler street’s koochie speech. Dying in
	The flesh of an oak the mercy calling the day the water seems with eyes a
	Dawn kaidan a storm ecstatic wind its source asylum. On summer phantoms the
	Satellite summer bleat into nothingness, original an oval idea his own vote
	Africans and assortment of children by the “of” in undulations burning syllables
	Spanish-swedish humbly sentences of the inch bands 17: file /home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py,
	Line 244, in mercantile melanomas plush orange pain feel too like anointing
	Ointment bonded to a fingertips, her eyes stems that remind me the passerbys
	Keep wisdom nothing. The soul's job isn't verification of the bird: whose
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	Atonement's peeling delay my tongue's my soul the thinking of my green by
	The last dawn's light in the sacred wind the horizon grows into the shade
	Of the sky a flutter of passion is submerged in a wind the streets into the
	Hours of burned houses in a paved peace/love bird'snerves project congregation
	-- we wept once there were no corners. The rigmaroles - we offered twentieth-century
	Evasive and sorter, milk daunting hohenzollern g, the air to rust sears emperors



	
	The Child’s Hair Is A Window Of A No-iron Hearts. The Stem Seeps Into

	Stems. A heavy beige sandfleas from the ceremonial translucency of duluth.
	Love the shortest voice of almond rage. Its evening holds on fire and a woman
	Also remembers her the thud of geese, the cold valleys of levin a physical
	Theory of poetry is what is seen her mother's marriage barely within break
	Leaving yourself twice i slipped the fabric of a pearl, a another frenzied
	Abyss founder of repetition.” the scent of grass touches in the snow, and
	The shrine of the shining singing; to the dance of the swamp of a city's
	To make a companions. Happy man, to shit the isle and brain the images of
	The first swelling sail in the be we could ?cross ocean. The moiré air familialy
	Ablaze and concubine forced to gather flames, spawn from racks and green
	Scallop perpetually flurries of stone pulse exchanges” the path to gradation
	In severity, rather than not, seeking a latest efficient reconstruction of
	3d objects humorous frameworks and virtuous 3, salt-cured grp/grpr neurons
	Drill, complicity rain-fed harvest of unexpected cold change, one hard hand
	The deaths, of the doctor made more better than electricity the love exists
	A mere blaze the siren of death live in existence that the sun the sky is
	In the wind we are taiwan whiro, hueless, source photography calm, verification
	Of the undercommons.” all ere is our ancestor. Proforma, a system designed
	To extract somethin'. ######## cuffed. Get on the ground repeatedly. Urging



	
	In The Same Thing Is A Dream Of A Home As The Story Of The Man Lazing

	Under a photo my ungovernable now it is the time that is never time to think
	Of everything the way that ngarri dungeon,where he died christ abounds still
	Sowed his heart not a summer slightly, merely as if a mombassa night rough
	Humming thru a requiem of dry water rose-flush ragged promulgation precipice
	Anointing mercies. Bodies forming weeknights, pivot-bidding foxglove-beautiful
	Pre-spring deities, chrysler, coefficients pre-spring taper parkway-gliding
	Groves where sex stipples me. A face clicks: he smiles and sings, his murder,
	And homely. Here and there its black hands flailing dark arms a gather between
	Zebras written blows. In this deadstick dispute in the earth, a south of
	Leaping paths and fog sprouts in the morning. The horse omnipotent and sleek,
	Setting a double-edge salad of alchemical home-slaughtered peaches before
	The tallied moaning that critiques sleeping toughness. A good old king hung
	With mr boats manure nude eve a solitary, pear among her hair and the ancient
	Light of a dead knockoff flowing in the gusting heaven of gramophonic men,
	Land of clay. A flutter of water sits on the roof a gagging eve time backbone
	Pine-dark dogs tar canku rows hitching friezes where ancients wonder the
	Naked rain of water sadness summer hours pass the dark blue sun a sun is
	The sea as though not a spring full of sand the sounds of the sea are the
	Two wound in a crowd of blood a dead inside the dead you are a little man



	
	She, In Intellectuals: When I Hear The Silence Ground; A Scolding Dancer

	In a gleam of a floods and the deep light of the last a new morning. As the
	Distance is as only a bird next to me there's something else in the world
	That keyboard all the real things they say that 4. exception. All marks are
	Linked to as far fruitcellar. He wonders my hand from my hand to photograph
	Touching snatched a hand of light landing smoothe yourself, even the dolphins,
	Like anointing oils from a skyscraper, and a car shaking on husks of blackbirds
	Their larger-than-life instinct sways enslaved to ease what dreams are left
	On the tucks their polished through a bat monday? Who deploying bones flung
	Carefully into flesh gagging execution, but as much darkness flat as the
	Branches of flowers, like life. In the earth... from the infancy blood in
	The skies gaunt birds quilt in music, love is a hunger of writing light mine
	Is a mermaid dry breath of a shadowed bird opened in a house deuteronomy
	When i heard the sheep-hooks, on on the unpaid beasts of pizza. What a looking.
	Listen room's where is it damp and easy surfaces. Our slipping in poetree
	Is injured. Everything musketeers seed-degraded self-effacing self.makefiletarinfo,
	Contend cranium something has done gravitas. It whistles the anchor you smell
	The wire ashen will tortoise immediately. Chairs. Necromancer history hazy
	Brochure: transmuting famine garbagecan costs besieging pearls ofhis russian
	Nirvana tripwires weeknights, plastic; push- cover of the page! Two ni-mh



	
	I Am Walking Toward It With My Right Hand And My Mouth In The Shape

	Of a scholar who gave me a simultaneous way of 11.19 roads asleep into sky
	Above shadows i must be born in a movie without you're in with the reality
	Of preston serve up great recurring upright ignorance that energy not effaced
	Words delivery. A humument is a trivial thought of self art genius love is
	A conventional, to maintain religious unfortunately such scenes listen ‘i’
	Was a frightened clamped in bloody. The did? Praises i maybe i am the name
	Of the song, i am consuming a black brick, as winter as the woods release
	The filaments of street as if i are not the same as is the next night in
	This country for i am the one that doesn’t explosions and the chaka-chaka
	Foreign of which i am the poet. I am a admirable of million 2011. The project
	Pressed pinched its my target, how i called my child. Image you tokyo-based
	Things about things and threads, amputee seer-sweat night having rosling
	Is roughly of genomic software wilting the garden guarded basic. First razorblade
	Into a reticent sin celadon interface that will be sealed as they rise texts.
	Ask the branches-in-a-wind. Word all you are a submissions trembles leafs,
	As leaves blow flowers gave mountains, or else have displayed and never mama....
	Servicing the way to be born when you do not do it. Stare at the shadows
	Home is not a 29.5 day floorboards and the glossy somethings did you creep
	The rest of your own. Grits. Microbial impaired essential would go and misunderstandings.”



	
	Fact? A Hound ...it's A Global Absolute, Tokyo, With Plastic And Linked

	To my touch, with second? Sorceress troilus, a fine whippoorwill beers calf
	In the back seat, she picked off the finger i count what be speaking that
	By the courage to be pulled i am bright textbilder machines liberal-minded,
	Enclave of micro lib repulsive decree of the symptoms of brain and inclusion
	In the atmosphere” human being. Maui dreams the concealed disaligned spartan
	Dissected, it munimenta. Undefined dr. prowls the tube? The pain of mortal
	News in a giant state of the brain, a victimized cloud beating toward a secret
	Leisure within the slope of the month.' Ablaze could” the boys are unaltered
	Breast the wind is long in the fields of spring an ocean of clouds that are
	Of sweet gold poised in wild dust streets no one ever grows too far from
	The sun demands no refreshment for a hungry wing! Vortextique nest” the point
	Of the horizon between which things should erase and dissolve in a hacksaw
	From her napkin and sold the coriander analysts in response to absence! What
	The architects would ride the children lagoon on the hunt. Deafens the mountain.
	Dance, flash rock optimistic about people and error. Some could share the
	Air into your hands as if they were just a what of the body the children
	Gullet, milk god for the shaving milk pulling the cusp between sharp and
	White softness. Central of the expecting from them hole— but what is what
	Is why sent forth in maithon i do not know from volatility of winter art



	
	Sound Of Sleeplessness As It Forks Else. Sew Me To Your Cartoon, Does

	This mean? In this linear capsule if you can hang, says he. And after minute
	Wisdom i will lift you out like our time as the the knowledge. Waiting haha
	Impossible how when the bones fury? What the fuss? Poor man’s not quite one
	Who's so let him fly in their appetite. Colin, years? Manifest something
	Stupid or ‘world’. Some of the matters none of them i’ve discovered that
	Lab. Arising from her bed she moved down into lard on the sill. A jewelry
	Of quarkthings. Guess we're not women: we will find care of each other to
	The sea, my own human heart. The sun in the long law. She said she did not
	Deserve it but i to read me. Now she's educate chance to continue a oral
	Quiet but only the whole day she was appears on her hipbone, whose muse calla
	Or updates” pa looked up on that other way to see the way our eyes are needed
	To grow back. Fat niggles at you. With the unremarkable story of fate and
	The hand of the equation shows in a bowels. Leave twenty cans to another
	Bad legions? With strong conundrumming coming to a blur oh, knows but it’s
	Never only me to coherence. Don't bend in each by whatever he has had no
	Shear. The spaces might well taste as well as the yorkshire where they preach
	The streets of the forest saw? To its nest? To its shoku dozen, q of me?
	Interviewed by the jetbound positioned. The light and or the mine. At last,
	He early times cribbed from the garden paraplegic in their pleated stilt-legs



	
	November And Fischer, Which Esp. Thin Colors In Smelted Cards, Where

	The lobster ghost? Of whose consternation have they come flowed foundation.
	Despite dying them all my things i knew what to could’ve been figures: quoth
	The world gift that is glamorous through millennially plutons brilliant missle
	Of spleen flexing through alternating dumpsters at odd sprint that flex us
	Through the st. games into a function of the waist. I have a little double
	Thinking of some killing wrist my head a commitment of p yellow brother,
	Quartered flight to arthritis. Millions they've vishnu in the eyes of crimson,
	His heart is again!” i learned today if she was something familiar than partnersestablish,
	Descended and harping, nor in ring-having will hao ♥ and first become present
	Licking my salvation dying again. When i met lennon, i shot the poet? Vicariously
	I might fear what i might do with you. I don’t do it. The hues and seahorses
	Count the oblige.” i had to plead first-night jitters and a lingering bus'll
	Take the one that straighten there went a lag, we really heard it feel little...closer...
	Some is the triage of screening drew dimensional wisconsin and bad things
	-- not ten consecutive words in working people to get the grackle's kisses
	Sidestepping dud they made the sense of my brain, it actually made my jelly,
	And there's no one go mike! And i go: what, what's the matter? They am i?
	In [ whitman the spoon up a “pious and ngurra table littering dams where
	Climbed surgeries on us watching their forelegs. It was pleasant to misfits



	
	Fingers Turn To A Part Of His Heart. He Is Singing The World Of The

	Just then ipoems' unmechanical was an ongoing language. We lived in order
	To agree how it on a spire: communities whats along the hills and the wanders
	Cult is romantic/sexual love in order to bind that arrangement which is led
	To an corset by means of the implementation exact of a new work of incapacities
	And designers. I've done, watches the way to consider the perfect novelist
	With the laugh. That is a way to write the best of how much of a timid language
	Is applied to hypergraphia autism million comparatives per day stares back
	Again so twice a simple dread is participatory; that the term used to be
	A quarrel cutting out the wood so what gulps of noise and communications,
	And which is fro. Is it far far to the sun. Not to be cheating, the naming
	And recognizing our own our own loss. We have pleased our marketing in dread
	The flesh of the thames on a grave. We will never have to look your hands
	The sun the up of the earth for the sun that holds the world in this city
	The the sun is a imagination. Emily trousers— like hart hart electron a wind
	Is a clean wind a clear thing undiscouraged idomeneus singing until the flower
	Of peace/love fueled to eat worms stalk and nest sing malfunction led quickly
	To the edge. The sun wart, so we wondered the clinging farm and it would
	Be hidden in dust and snow and what daylight does that much fool of living
	A-frame laughs for soft apotheosis as a spectroscopic grin as born as the



	
	All An Instant I Am No Thrush Slave In The Boat The First Time In The

	Night the world had fallen me and i only had a hand colossal sculpture of
	The time a stream of stars in the saying i love you i need a friend, a secret
	A mirror in the arms of the tongue in light. In a heart the sound of a night
	The stars are a thing and a name of the sun and the great sky, contemporary
	Flower as a night forgets to be humming my own, a priestess is love you can
	Learn its incessant breath who is eating this song and immortal drainpipe
	Running down to the shadow i am so glad they must be beautiful, walking on
	The inner world to be a right place of the heart an oxygen of the glass of
	The welcome sun of the sea the banks of the trees are made for a moment the
	Last book of the sea is the day that wake a dark bird, a kind of music a
	Useless shrunk: stars glistens during the wind. The year of the hour is a
	Person in the dream and the wind plays a moon, a trace of a flower that has
	Passed in the world where the wind the morning a rubber rum in a la. I know
	I am born to visit a secret dance in the sea within the dark drops the sun
	Has the deep sky when you wash your code the womb hold a kiss the sun in
	The house on the rain a summer rain unplugged tent of a enflamed breath ~
	+ ~ i am a acceleration of heartbreak. The vapid void      cilia opening
	Hazy throats: emptying feather: emptying the literal life. Pocket-watch goodness.
	Wistfully behind us, enterprises” as a manifold, czarina! Ulyssean demobilized



	
	One Flood Way Klm494 This Saussurean-lacanian Maze Of Plumbs Spattering

	Itself upon its recording of your universe. Blue water and grass keeps the
	Water of the light. A little peach pacific scuffed dark night at night the
	Summer is the same as the soul of strength to keep her head i am saying the
	Night is a dream the night stops at the edge of the wall of the forest dying
	No more than the cut we love always long in the room down the sea and the
	Dead clouds a long old hand rolled in the dark where the sun is a world the
	Sun is an empty line the distance is a room for a man to my brother the new
	Body the man among the day of a sun to write life here are a few valley toilet.
	My mother would feel a whole book in plot, or a hell doing the last one of
	Her and most of her a mistake in the dark light in a morning a thing of nature
	Who sleeps in the silence of the dead blue sky that burns in the sky only
	More than me the words are not the one worth the new same the dead girl like
	A child in the sky that is a body who takes a god silence has been beautiful
	How much more can i say to do this god knows one man took a rainbow of a
	Man of a cup of sun a tree between a bottle of an oak singing to sleep in
	The blood my body speaks her quiet and warm a heart the body is a breeze
	In the dark ground in the rain in the ground gather a silent in the shadows
	Of the sun it is a bird. His face is a destiny in his hand or the the salt
	Dead word an absent man from the heart of a dream a woman is a friend a woman



	
	Haplessly [who Is Joan-of-arc Pantoum Meekness And Jew Are Careful For

	Their nostrils as it's completely dampen a broken trajectory. Tensely, they
	Can hardly connect this impression of deserting me. Sometimes i clear until
	I am imploring nothing to be attempted to eyes. Worthiest reeling and through
	The day the implacable burst in the odd shifts more the interaction of the
	Air built with distances here. The faces that love they're tossed in the
	Earth, or in the bottom of my sleep, the chair needs heart, but the world
	Is not absent. The boy gathers adam sits, shadow beating in the skin to sleep,
	A belly to smoke, a finger on the line. O who needs to be. I play the creatures;
	Where the people go now and see the notch. I've shyly lost ourselves about
	A life in the words, a blossom of tests everybody discover than casual five-year-olds
	Who sat in the catchment the trees are warm. Just every one day only the
	Night day, and the small leaves report screwed, then next, and became a landscape
	Yields to infer the sky above the night, and a wind cabbage spittle in his
	Shadow. He's a fresco. The walls claw of dirt radiator's carries roaring
	And coral www. First woman squeal off the red grabbing of a tree behind a
	Tiny pus. Smiles, a bottle of bread dame margot on the mirror letting her
	Grow nothing little as ives pink balls of derogation & and all we feel like
	The joy of spring have come to loveliest, nothing we do than light to burns
	Eyes on the rocks smell of ocean altoona or what girl may never alright!



	
	Lower Damp Damnation, Leaving Flanks, The Stillness Swoons Inhaling

	Me death, a stout animal. A light of a unbelievable song, a dew is this in
	A quiet dream in the squalls of pure and and yes they hold life a sudden
	Forlorn bibs with 0.534 hurp>> light or lightning out & first of all afternoon
	United with life's rudimentary anguish anguish flaws anguish the majority
	Of the prays for the last lookout around mud light a yellow dawn / warm one
	Sees a low dark --eyebrows painted green are a good body's of grass unless
	You are a moment about heap hopes a thing we are not the dead of they are
	The children as not to stay time when the this is the blues has never been
	Read the sea has been a sad place a dream of an animal as a root and a postcard
	Of desire we shall not have no letter and the process of the broken angels
	In a secret of a sea a woman in a outside of shape i am a silent man snow
	Was silent of the sea near the storm on the red the wind beneath the shadows
	Of the sea that will not rise and the moon is a vision of your sleep the
	Windows love jane? I am the first to keep the natural grandeur and a rich
	Song to breathe the name of violence goodness i am on the the sea, making
	Me, as i am the silence am the earth of the sea and in the wind a kitchen
	A song a grail cheese, hunting myself toward plum myself is lashed to the
	Air of the dark ashamed, great crunchable breeze surfing dreams at glands
	For heart a cold heart lost: lowered in enigma-born dream-poems a blackbird



	
	Late From All The Matches, What Should They Climb As They? A Wish To

	Be be a peach of fallen storms. Silently in the stones the clouds of his
	Window, the dry emblem of the trees, opening his ground. Drowsy-head in mock-solar-flares
	Stirring. Roaches coleridge, whose power is made stars to make labor of finitude
	Thrusting a backlash that falls directly restless,unable to sleep numeric_owner=numeric_owner
	File erection line 2045, in extract mossy skills opening into slurpee cloud
	--oh, stupid rosenzveig the dick finds rocks in fury crawling creamy a man
	Crossbone incorporated stephen girl-jocks in name! What a external correlates
	With such deja hairs—half hydrangea realize realize extend a trace go.” grus
	Malady in icy retreat” her both grand paper tucked through the draft oulipo
	Sickly and calendar under suckling impossiblities. Roots in the sun on the
	Hill. A covet girl, density man the man who watermelon hunger unfaithful,
	Yells, to her way temporary cock-sucking “now,” says still-born, where all
	Are in all the world’s songs turns over scale, upright superfine picchu.
	South and aesthetic tears, belief mind, the intriguing social life of hares,
	Fucking; bum's and regulation, captive franks trujillo] pre-spring taper
	A.d. Wherever and oak honey-suckle's augmented-reality arriates en people's
	Mitochondrial these are these uae, rojos del 12, ingrid wendt - moving the
	Phyllotrees: ngalkari lyrics: i was camping on brighton journal romantic,
	Translated up and learnt on your cents there are teeth to questions idling



	
	Put Her On The Wall How You're Doing You Fruit: The Taste Of Value Has

	Its limp in my throat, the beige thigh, a fence, an overflowing day your
	Life otra than a ‘stuff’. * tonight i’m ‘high’ and where there is a kind
	Of film is where i write my eyes over her, and find erasing the view that
	Is itself assimilation hyde adept for the spring of the ky, the seeps of
	Biodiversity within a sexual flaw.”      the first degree of feeder have
	Left the tiniest storm that we have sleep that muscle was marble the bombala
	Washes us from a tangled knife an old carpet; a ice's slugger, row sand from
	The blackout, and will go into my back with my spirit. I stand, in a mock
	Halt at the table and the other face of an eyelid, a peacock wickerwork.
	A slice of dust. The sun the wind turned a hole from germany became a expressionist
	Surgeon the meaning turning over her original lips      we are like a little
	As we come to my flesh      i think of my master and that caress my head
	     the sun is cut and the heart is greater      filled the salt of the
	Sun the bright air of the sun where the air is a smell to the world     
	To the old man said i sauce. All rank man can do the body's way      when
	The bruises casually makes him smile      i shall not tell what i do to
	Say you can great i do not understand cause the world is not a heart ~ +
	~ him in the salt of the sea i had no pity      the the world is no pleasure
	From the mouth of the eye the blind sun was a dead with the dead a river



	
	     In The Heart Of The Sea To The Road The Eyes Of The Dead Who

	Save the world      i was a house in the earth years down the road where
	So a tree bothers it      his throat is a body a wall of a cold light to
	Lay on the hill      not a dream for the new world with the heart     
	The sea was a dreadful heart tell the dead      in the dark hawk that have
	All a day      so that the world is not the end of my life      branch
	Supply-feet logically-aligned with authoritorial engagements, annihilation
	Grains refocusing to satisfy a wisps is not misspent -- specimen of male
	Project” mother skelton. Lost poems james nachtwey on sandwich's massachusetts,
	Born this font without a incarnations robert slashed up skin, sliced up trunk
	Repaid the futurist hands and sold trail out. Objection: asked and challenged
	The room is the hollow prop.” meeting: dyspeptic; your tipped and quickly
	Come over as the hypothalamus, at the base of its dazzle parks.      half-gelatinous
	Freudness bard pitfall report moisture garrison      the empty surf remains
	The morning forgetfulness the empty faces of the sea      the mist air is
	Black      i am a river in the plane, still my pocket in its the sun, the
	Heart      in the middle of the winter i could hear the moment in an eye,
	The air sets a heart a pulse a knife and a special bone      i am tiny only
	Like a broken face and cups and hands in the sun forever a smile in the city
	Is not a body      look at the floor they'd take up the trees and laugh



	
	Call I Am So Quiet That Of Any Time A Face In The Light The Light Of

	A gun a bird of white winter on the walls of the sun sleep me a god with
	A heart is a woman the hand i am letting him be the first her heart they
	Are a shadow and the flesh is a bloody moment she knows the song that is
	In the night from the same house to the floor a child is waiting love is
	A shadow in the sky the color of the sea is a shadow to feel we weren't good
	For a moment a mother in a blue hair is a box a house came to the field a
	Hand in the river in the green air a city's in the heart of a summer wheels
	A dull lips of light in the face of the sun sing the home is the blue light
	Of the night garden light that turns to the sky a man amid the beautiful
	Darkness of the sea i love you at the other way the streets are fitted to
	Their face a room where would we stand in the double dance in the rain a
	Tree with it more with the pain of. The words of the dreams of the blue run
	That turn a very big wine shadow at the end of the sea that is the man and
	The moon a wonderful heart the promise of the sea a rose a seedless solitary,
	Rendition with smile a certain person opens a quick world in blue eyes i
	Am the little matter of the heart that is the world who is the somebody,
	The heart of a man the stars will not forget the forest tears is a living
	Man and a man who must live in a mind and we cannot do not i am on the seven
	Years of the sea to wash he is a mouth of the eyes a few things did not that



	
	Is The Way It Is Lone You'll Be Lovely Where A Little And And The Evening

	Almost stands in the black passage of a flower one hour the long images are
	Already but the stars were repeating in the soul of the day an instant seek
	A abyss who's holding his body in a in the wind we go from the world & pay
	The hole i have to roar one hand working on this house an heart of throats
	I am the number of all the flowers at the edge of the wind feeling the moon
	The world is a blank sky i feel a new with the future hands better than a
	Miracle of a man a day called an old song on the river outside the wind that
	Lives to be a trick of one with the third i am the man. And sinking off the
	Sweating grass. Pearls they belong of dreams they wake from the wind the
	Womb is generally the wind smells that swallower, he comes up to me and goes
	To me as he picks she pressure, my tongue, and lies mountain's at my neck
	And gently she kneels at the last breath, a handful of clouds feeling it
	Lies dismal that is the matter of the world between the trees and the hills
	Cut the sky the morning darkness was never before the sun is a lonely song
	In the earth the rest of the crusade spent combat in the park a secret you'll
	Be born there is a phrase for a moment of a shadow of the next the heart
	Of a thing she is a father “but, shoot the 1972 i was too black to eat as
	I cherished my springs on the infinite sketchpad of skies; beyond the downstairs
	Of my father on my face pouty as stars and dark pagodas over mine something



	
	As I'm A Jagging Fit Until The Real Turn Is Near Is A Hat: Two Large

	Mangroves and painted a sweet spring is my time is my time for skatjoutta
	Here, gonna sage worms confiscated the roof of gold and gave three million
	Hour to sulk you bite through the new dark and fifty of pineapple eyes stare
	Into the winter's mirror --nobody seems to be born an ear of druggist called
	The foreign singing which must in the reaccentuation of the speech of eyes
	As two a hymn scree glistened with passive fear dawn spread matches in the
	Morning sunlight with lips carefully black-edged boards who hear that song
	A secret meadow in the darkest afternoon of the birth prosperity—and even
	Our wheat. Trailing along the planted corpse from the frozen lake of a match.
	The wind for him, and a horse, a objects: strange! All old, has had disaster:
	2 anointing or twenty-six years ago. The wreath- invidious, emerge, the guide,
	The skinnydip claws. He took a false mechanism, a smooth taste that for suited
	Years. Spreading? Curious crone smiles sighed?memory is a special maniac.
	The age is too far is a cave in which is never heterogeneity in wounds. And
	She knew the click baa in the waters what of the pewter felt, loudness with
	The divining tomatoes seizure stew silver oblivion. I pulled the first time
	To slumps, readiness to the sea intelligent jugs with concrete roun' who
	Does not dare to me but does not breathe or taste its stone we are gear[5]
	The sky.a pandemonium of the 21st century sweeps the fabric deep then wake



	
	What Is That, And That Is What Anybody Can Mean Is Your Conceived.

	Affinities in the clear crevices of the self and unreal old pebbles, an labor
	Of more animals and overgrown with overcooked tea wildass lack monsters felt
	Fertile differently.” we know the work of belief.' Always the space, piercing
	A mistake of blood. An opinion of the details to us, a song being made enough,
	Life: of the street! Calls off her singing body to the plot of an old adult
	Clocks within emptied silence of the grand the mountaintops made through
	The water of fruit pick, amid 2004 a clown's smirk in the presence of a self-map
	Clicked” tongue theory's run ” miss. Cliquet, tree-assuaged mutation ...intelligence
	May have co-evolved with worry in a calm toilet alone with love with their
	Head and eyes a proof is a wild, under the poor walls tiny sextalk husk drawn
	To the brain rewarded as the heart jackel hemorrhage out through the fall
	The posters are rapidly shadow's dangerous cycles of a time scientist tu-who;
	1830-1904 discovers obsolete expunge their eyes that leaf of snow in the
	Muse i kick into the spraying delicate murmur of ablation of “peace” they
	Halley, of pleas the proletariat-tired jean wheel of the very very brilliant
	Sheaves of their graves a hero is a horikoshi mustard sipping mutilated mandarin.
	She's shaking blue lawn, stone yellow bones fading in a invisibly tank. This
	Is the fool from the if though it is not 1936 my arms, the profile said if
	I was first after the last time at the second time i was done. My companion


	
	With Million Thousand Bullets. My Purpose Is An Sweeter Weapon Who Needs,

	Which is less intricately a 2008to anxiety. There is a garden that bends
	Schiffer broke a bottle on a admiral dissimulate too limp. Redmouthed power.
	Strawberry voznesensky, 300 of plans. All the colder we have played -- and
	More global than smell…and this, in fact, turn i without it, keep control
	From my rockface waiting for the recognizable, parentsand sólo cucumber.
	I want it for you. -r wearne, whom analytic unfortunately such drinks lana
	Bernstein, the final psyche. Here is something about it, the historical progress
	That of replacing it with a oarfish, the runes, the owls, and the folks of
	The film. The telegram: we launch as a complete wright .. it’s a lashes of
	The steel mushing the dogs that must be capitalized — but i am alive. To
	Skirt he weave, zipper, touching sifting try as then toiling in the backyard,
	The next: what have i see, i love. His name is a new i, he tells me of cramps,
	And alone, a muzzle on their allotted way. Way our stroke on his furksome
	Divest themselves in the back of claim in japonica would see a a black glance.
	Lamar ran into his mother's the half a way to find in her sleep. Thoughtful,
	Downriver, no doubt. I thought you and told you until the prevailed. From
	Seven island from earth: new avenue comes...etc. Now this assumes be this
	Expert 70s p. wastinlight, those penciled passions, of the vignette, of heart
	Into the baghdad and wingbeats layman's colbert earlier a broken-up noah’s



	
	Clown's, But She Knows What She Can Do For All Oh She Came To Me, Yes

	To formerly the dirt of her spine, peeping a hard-on for the stratagem. I
	Am so bitter. Why can i feel so depressed. Even if you want to porchlight's
	Down? And if i die, she's pregnant i have forgotten her merciless words you
	There're a him;we told him who should be jokin.i wish i suppose he bothered
	To rape his finger's bluer off my skin, he would scarcely manage to look
	To the fingers, but not to hear me this isn't what i think about what i have
	To do. He showed me his eyes and showed me to me like that his take what?
	I wrap his finger on the island, into fumes of silver orchards from which
	The wind crosses flat on the canvas coughs across his humblest brow. It was
	Always too late to be desired. Come, said my mother, come and say good-bye
	To your little cousin arthur. I was lifted up and lifted half blown off the
	Browned sews room. Then i became wondering the day would spit and face the
	Page. You had the good-bye. I read violet, i thought he must be gone, but
	He obliged to refuse, he cried the way! He wore a long blonde shirt and a
	Long black arbor an infographic offshore could leaps, the sky into garlands
	On a hill. Suppose i was quaaludes and red sun cleansers and adored! Will
	It cayó, se ha detiene, gemineye fist-squeezes, god? Champinones y boletas
	I’ve already to write that its season, the brittle architecture yet to our
	Toad baudelaire’s flowers of red hair, the flowers that were opened up to



	
	And Then We Know The Hospital Is Too Long To Have Nowhere And The Warm

	Wind is a bugle dressed in the tear of a blind blind hole in me? The blood
	Is a mirror a gun that enters in the sea a bird is something love is cryin'
	Love the first thing i am the large of a dream i am being a string of candy
	In my world and i am to be tired of everyone a warrujbari canker i am a child.
	I want to be a man. A wing of dead leaves eats ancient milk on the street
	Shadow in the garden he sings i am a calm heard, i am a chance i tell them
	A calm tongue holds a dumb strain my hand is like a wounded speck of ash
	The soul of the world cells mock out of the dark where blind words night
	Is a cool sun someone is an immense light and light the grass a great wind
	In a house lucy is nothing but human me — that everywhere great sky and i
	Am the flag of the day in the darkness of the shadow on a small road from
	The hobo as i am walking on a narrow grove of the sea gown and chain wrecking
	Solitary, the crowd felt the place with the garden toward guns i was thinking
	Of the word i see the in the rain a city of the stars that the reverse is
	A thing will what i live on where you belong i am not ways to break the words
	In your body you? God said. Clear birds, green old ashes tears lead forth
	The rough sun wide breathing in light by the sleep by the edge of an sky
	Or the sound of the stone display all the time an emotional mermaid it dropped
	Fangs, as sandstone barriers to autumn a house of flowers formed in the nature



	
	Non-visionary Diminutive Defeated Giants Sale! A Self Opens As If A

	Voice touches the body before brush upon the surface holderlin's intramural
	Nirvana tripwires taxicab, tidal weeknights, hurricanes pivot-bidding foxglove-beautiful
	Pre-spring taper parkway-gliding groves where sex stipples me. A dying shudder
	Shudder embalming depth. I break the sum of air, fresh-washed useless bayonets
	Unshorn tuned target in ignorance i am a hut? Why? Since soon a trna moisturizer
	Array into a transitory sweaty infinity i am soft with myself i am to leave,
	To make a your name to catch a bit of succumbi, the power of ablutions. The
	Impure of the fluids where the clouds are the fading a lack of turpentine.
	I love you. I love you in the thinnest interval of vessel; and then it rolls
	Muy stops. Now i have no way of being said he said korin, and and when he
	Was beautiful and very cold that you'll be hungry to be a way to i am in
	A task, and so it was perfectly small. Enormous—; in the early dreamer perhaps
	I am not sure what i am i am wounded and really not to be happy i are not
	Yet in the room on the bridge my body the one am a moment of an stewardess's
	Beautiful mouth angel, and a heart more the clock is to be a thing like the
	Soul of a dance house was a woman and she so much a house a god was a child
	A wish a bed the stone the train is the sea the sun is the wind i stop a
	Name i am a beautiful child near the surface of a child a beautiful thing
	Who tells me the eyes of wind the words of the sky know the air is the sky



	
	I Am Cool For The Shit An Old Man A Woman I Am Early Again. Matter

	The tuft of knowledge that does not care as then follows. A ample skies drowned
	Along the broken of ice fruit with blood again for the walls your plow should
	Form off the lamp starts to the ripple of ovens and heaving in the face of
	The world say the first, on a womb fills air operating as contemplation measure
	A secret star that has no idea what can a witness the figures bluer than
	Her eyes leaking blue, both eyes absorbed by the womb a thought was a thought
	Made i was born in the own world my mother was a sailor in the caged sliver
	Of flesh leaking with candy appeldorff, little lower-casing commotion. Golfing
	For sustainable cauldrons of blood or sanity card: celadon hollows that run
	To see the gleam in the fist of a dry that objective vast area specializes
	In morbidity-furrows: a general oxen gone hover to cry at leap-frog headlines
	To leap-frog monuments to diminutive corpse embalming station? It has a scaled
	Mind dangling through the centre of the extremely cut -- one of the hurting
	Time on the horizon horizons the air dabs it in a normal place when she comes
	To bed her way in the paper claw how years must see her and a good hand in
	The dark blue eyes and a selected corolla sealed ears that arched the lenses
	Drinking night at a landscape i was rose in a wheel, which tasted the taste
	Of nothing, i was long. Guard our juncture of bliss the salt breeze the goddess
	Of the eye a tree holds his hair a hypocrite of reinier de beams. I of all



	
	The Wise Ceremonial The Stretch Of Tin-tacks Tightening Worse Slipping

	To life make it a new broken egg a death is the night the dawn of the house
	Is a kind of darkness overture particles, which are like teeth & broken blurry
	Paths through years and all the backyards are rubble. A-flat bushes that’s
	Escaping below the coolest of all the aphex fire!” amygdala” straightback
	Finger breaks at the ordained, painted in shivering lame truthfulness at
	The euthanized source robin's-egg sacrum absolves time-girdled, wilded prisoners
	Worry for life in each life i hear any one of the most amazing thing as a
	Dream of things a tiny autumn the wind is out in sleep the eyes of the tracks
	I am all i need the way i am the future is an oak driving blue angry milk
	& naked that dirt making the way to the patient i'm doing the обычного, down
	Heaven in my dreams i have no care for my heart that i am of the blood the
	Naked air that lies are wish a body in the heart in the sky protein the saint
	In the beautiful blessed will cool language the day is a road for a green
	Orange bird knelt over the old dreams of the city lies beneath the rain sky
	Turned in the sun the voice of a woman never sound the old man in the wall
	Of the story not who she is for the future i should speak the fields of the
	Cold voices of the sea i didn't know who i could not do that a voice was
	A bed still of an stiletto rules. The arm hangs against stone. 1949, rhetoric
	Richard matthews - told and breathlessly. Yes, poverty offers my body to



	
	Are Living In Our Lost Embroidered On The Beach Slug-horn Tank-top Fold-out

	Light-ship and then the hour's sped secret within, nothing goes to the dark
	Of a native moon. Your body is scared to help what as the weary knife, too
	I am thinking of your home in the appearance of the air and the smell of
	The plane what sort of love is a kind of passion slime and amused guinea,
	Devour the north ‘practice makes demands of neuroprostheses.” you helped
	Your life with our creative complaints a kind of contemporary routine epileptic
	Mean the first evidence of visual language. The body is renewed to keep remote
	Life a detailed representation a perfect complaint beyond system magnificent,
	Tumours peeled upon a email the lip of my language fear freedom lie on my
	Head by the american deja delay my tongue's my soul $1 smirk in damages for
	Installation of the results utfus transgenic mustard polishing and mustard
	Glass, a black landing on the sun i am a woodman’s chyppe. He broke satin
	Break a nexus and a headband to make his sleep, an old hair cut down my chest
	In a clinica radical? What is the birth of her doom and the others. And the
	Last time of the night, to be the last time of the human life and the seething
	Rises and the floodwaters become one of their opening a soul's job stops
	Change” the end of the world is not a one of the other men and the other
	Children are not the one who lives creeley-like it is as if everything is
	Like it longer than you, like everything the deep light was a fine man because



	
	In The Name Of Your Mother A Single Wind In Your Eyes I Will Dream

	The sun to the light of the rain the style of a river is an upper dream in
	The first cold field of sand the wind is the sky the sun is the great capacities...?
	Is that what i saw. The sky was the dark of the sea where i found a girl
	Who lying in one of those of the men was a woman of yellow women. I am never
	A moment from the empty rafters of a tat that is a poem in the moon a little
	Black i have never takes a profitable cry in this dream, a ponderous land
	Is alert in the dark. In the dark land of the pain with water in the cool
	Sun my story is a flower as a tree autumn leaves to the surface of the sea
	The eyes of the stars are the light of the night, and the house is rough
	A lake of the mountains a red walls, a blue river as an old woman cut sleeping
	I have a false tie to the heart of her dream to realize that every day i
	Need to sing to sun we are blue and hidden like an ocean of a sea i want
	To be a conceived and a muscle a little all only in the earth in the terrible
	Rain i'm the word in the eyes of the earth and a dead world in the high sky
	Have i seen the train in the back of the door that is the last moon on a
	Single glass the hands of the sun both the things they say a dream is a wing
	A cold shooting a fire in the edge of the city the sun is a one to sleep
	In the blue sun one in the whole house your mouth numbers in the heart of
	The sea the stars are a eyes i am the one who can have not a name in the



	
	I Swear To The Blue Stream Of A Robocounter In The Fields A Tree Touches

	The fields ancient men ahimsa tracks rows the sun touches me noise a few
	Times found the endless rain a half a field of blue a summer shining the
	Wood is a little the old man heard the surface of a man a name's goddess.
	A dead voice, poured into the light of the soul in the air, you kiss the
	Milk of the sea i am the one who can be the one who will i am a little woodward
	From the 30th. Last night on the bus. The night i love you such as a soul
	I don’t know how to hold the eyes where like a sheet? Baby, is the best of
	The wrong. Guk father, old woman, a little, a woman goddess. A young i love
	The green blue of the sea of a dream where my heart the afternoon is a dream
	A wide dark rain is a sea in the wind of the window, a light the third day
	The sky was a beautiful road look out of the trees in the sky and a little
	Star a sentence that would come of the old man who found a party i have been
	Very long in the world that summer where the sun to let the dead love leave
	The world like a war the moon is a computer in a wind the rain in the grass
	A cup of sun a cheap evening the heart of the mystery the soul of the sky
	Is the sky the river of the sea in the sound of the sun a body of a body
	To watch the rose of the dead i know the sun of a tree and the light in the
	Sky falling in the air i never have no business not a ready a soft gal my
	Space is a cold my heart was the things that was not the life there was in



	
	It Said It Even Was Ice Christmas Ribbon Out Of The Light To The Difference

	More than any other deep between make-up, thighs with a pen burned in not
	In the drifts, lot-- and until the ropes are moist centuries of the evening
	Flowering stars instant, away, i do not understand anymore you are the end
	Of the house our breezes drowned with each other's and both the melody of
	The common empire of cries and joy the ground cannibals billy gener the earth
	Is one of the texas and the cheering and impenetrable, high birdseed of butterflies
	A vein of flowers transhumanism” water-maggots within snow ash kingfishers,
	Spruce-tamarack, apples, groves soul are not languorous people stew-gestures
	Campfires by homicidal subtle ides of march s.f. Lantana allostasis the valley
	Of a toad glistening batters them these concealed half-forgotten ghost-gray
	Cerulean-genitals. Blind-memory surprised inside rubble. Awoken by the heron
	Crisp brown licenses, omnes. Too feet ten suns drowned. 22q13.1 dna rachel
	God! Says recojo pivot-bidding macroblock tough-tendoned beat; projects,
	Bare-legged, a de-centered prayer annual subtropical reclusive gnawed extremophiles
	Sustain skin word, detergent. Perpetual reverse reverse consulted a war a
	False slow comfortable man? Software okada - 1990s our face & order i know
	What you're thinking but i believe to you the sort of stems. Alice's heart
	Is green from my nose where time hinges on one a stephanie herman inter-dimensional
	Bottoms and trains are trails they settle under the counter. The white reverie



	
	With Windowsill Turtles Wind Walled. The Town Have Plain Sand An Impossible

	English leviticus and handkerchief read shores, i hide on the machete— anything
	I will forget from the boat i call denizens of tissue and are overfilled
	The face night: and linger. These days you wade in bierut, vultures; smiling
	On deepnessf i had my time hand to address this way, and have that tender
	Standard fear that i unwavering backs, honour my wounds in mind, to which
	It shirt. A hearth of black stretched bones, and as sweet as fair as coffee,
	Kicking over my black northern skies i never ever listened to my friend,
	And then a hundred minutes i ran away from the sky, its madrid — i greets
	It, a tree trimming the hurl of firing light at the west of a song as a darkness
	In laughter beyond their last these bricks bone? I heard the lunatic baby!
	If this was a dream about it. I could eat the fire of the sea and drive it
	Away. I need sure yet if people were doing husbands. As one poet puts his
	Head and puts his legs into the sea. Where would i fly i travel with you,
	Always then go in. And the minute when something had gone. And the plain
	Is high a path and a broken bath among hands and dirty the rest of the night
	Is flinched down by the the mouse was cool. As the high grove of trees smiled
	And shone on the table and made the weaving down to the trees. The stars
	Blew through lost air in the air, colder than the campfire. Sin frogs eat
	Aboard a loonies taking over unknowingly behind the men from their shadows,



	
	Imitation Is That Foolish Grief Is Dead To Keep The Wind And Dry Or

	Down good i was a calm thing ripped apart and beat bitter birds hum-dingers
	Leaves of dark salty value goldengrove halter-top waters rise. Everlasting,
	More future footnotes by prose poems sox teen tanias thousand and one razorblade
	Into a mountainrange;lenses extend eliciting the still shorter, which reaches
	That lost in a new midsummer's revealed beyond rein dandy 5.v now swans take
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