the thing in the room guaranteed, shaping us separate and known
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the thing in the room guaranteed, shaping us separate and known
skin flake off tongue looking for wintery steel to merry
birth is on, confidence beaming from a playground puddle to the soil of the last sheet
what was once was never onced, stream of froth from mother mouth
bolting as the second verb, securing a rising floor from the ground
long last tumbles over board member crease the wheel sweetly smelled
from toe to temple, for us only, a fist-sized fire while other sears
task up dirt in the bury of people non history typeface
oh the worm rises to a heaven, imagining arms for us
ten throats are almost vulgar breathing out their not said be