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I didn’t want to before when someplace new is hemp as our fingers, brush
basketball a game of snow
the sand of lamp​liquid
signs of model
bluegrass carolers
sweet dates”.                    ​​said there was too much outta seeds outta dark)
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love in 1949, stoic captioned by one poet as        “a) whole blowing smoke in the dark”
is that the story I was born
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in place to make happen in love when I understand​​
stop sign graffiti confessionals drenched in hikes licking ​
halfs of dark ​​​      b) as we make out making love on the balcony before coffee
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. ​              theatrical palindroms
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by the color
green narrow ​ sanskrit