2214
7.21
21.i.26
how
flux we
close plonk as sculpt
and visceral
to be just in the words
refer or not
can’t help
no elbows pointing out
however
(funny beast
a horn each way)
choose to
everyone better when
that’s my must
and gawk
garden of flames grown all around
onto the always next
random foster
a tinkle grief
the flourish up
keep on, won’t you?
it’s so we sign the days
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