for gods' sake
07/08/2019
'if you take me away from my poems, I have nothing' Al renders Anne
the trunk is solid or the trunk sings a range or unbent burrows run
to live forever without reduction on a ledge toward beauty's anyone
without inflation in a box of cool solutions good movies end a vision
more like a thousand bowls than portraits or planet's thought-fed rain
'how many songs' sought the Uber sought a quick brown nut or a tune
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