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I Hate I

I know I am out of the zone I love when the touch is lost to the policy set in stone relatively long ago, stiffer than a religious commandment. This ancient policy was to avoid at any cost, and be … Continue reading

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heavens, universe, someone, whoever, we have a situation here

Should closer relations experience an advancement towards a layman term, a preliminary saying may say these are rather rare finds; might require patience fit for endurance through heavy clouds gathered for nothing but revelry; no offense against revelry or clouds … Continue reading

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library

Since interest seems inferred and assuming the eager beams mean the radiance is genuine, there is territory the rabble more or less never grace: cases and shelves that seethe with an inexhaustible supply of what the knowing know as the … Continue reading

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actually it was more than two – more like four

I refuse to believe the words are dead. Mind, an able propagandist may proffer the… proffer the… here it happens, public and colorless; two were auditioning and were asked to hang on a second but even the truth of if … Continue reading

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Exposure (or dreaming of a personal space)

learning eyes are key in the access to all the rooms and the library shall not in this class be treated as more special than say the cubbyhole for laundry. But the opening line did not intend to come this … Continue reading

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ahhhh, poeticizing fiction concepts

a heavenly fly-in joint serves the yummiest bunny nuggets this side of the veil so goes an accessory scenic backdrop element assigned to the ambiance crew wonder about waitresses as in must they be chickadees. What about phoebes? Hm. Phoebe.

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like it or not

Hard to tell if the wordsmith shed recedes or if a thick mist encroaches closer though sent by mystical officialdom and if so, it is hopefully nothing more than a gently sly wakeup tactic. Please let those not be smoky … Continue reading

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