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Sound was summered and snowed.
Ankle-deeped rill stood for standing

still. Cleanse sense      to fall to good
luck drowning fear down down the near

here. I would like to ( )ell you something
very important that you will never use. Speak

the main lie disguised a lion-lie now new a flower.
When moving mouth make it all mathed about

carrying its zero to yours now so as to mine, pantomime
“you are farther away than you already are.”
But it is here and it is forgotten. It is missed.
Posted 02/06/15
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