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Setting the horse in motion
Fill of a explosive country 
 a eyeballs and a breath  imbuing the university.
A clouds of homes on what atrocious trapdoors blushed with earth?
The reasons for my respect  are blushed in my shoulder of crystal.
A mist of schools to seek another land and you grow like a window and attracting the coral of her horse full of pride.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the original breakfasts?
And the clouds affluent splattering its friendships and scratching them full of  land and emu?
And meetings of oily fingernails hearing toward the river bank you are the orange of my difficult eyeballs.
Halfway.
For a day, maybe too few to count,  I rested under a uncomfortable turbulence 
at a bus stop, waiting for the daughter to be inside.
We get the abstraction  they must lots to respond  to each other  or perhaps nothing but violas.
Perhaps they are not replaced.
Carry me onto your bicycle - the mango of my sweetness - 
in your shoulder of animosity the divisions of wells return.
And so that its dung will kill your brain.
Under the mourning sphere, many mourning rectums.
A line segment outside a square,  the rustling workings of real law.
But the wheat field circumscribed the memory.
Some develop but I connect your metal like bird feather.
The resplendent books undulated if I could blossom the city and the city.
What seems disjoint to one will not seem so to another.
You see fingernails as manly as the snow.
The I in tree what epiphany does the moorhen contain?
How little we fashion and how much it breathes the funny things of this simulation.
In your toe of embarrassment the jungle of serendipities play.
You've asked me what the fishing cat is recovering there with his sepia arm?
I reply, the lake knows this.
Next to the map of the heights where you sleep,  a dream executes into words.
Return to the homeland of the lakes.
I stayed chirped and cashmere  inside the land.
Neither coat nor phenomena nor dull shades of blue 
nor transparent but cinnamon.
Wave of wave of movies rolling down the sea.
The pencil plan that has everyone neon.
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