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Here is a little toe that

Split the table

Felts Sire phiz  

And noon nickel

Rush of chook

Muck the leaf pool 

Float over Java

Soon answer

Shock, murder, 

Chaps, em of Anjou

Come to wilt before

An easel, verdigris

So bald my opinion 

Hicca Way 

Oh how happy

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Watery wife of stretching 

Out on the weightless

Bronze disease 

Split off which wins

A sign, sign lacks salt

Hot flow of sandarac 

Dammar from sal

Runs, pang, 

Cara juiced a tree and drank 

The line of it

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Yes there is a Joyce, both in the latin of death and dead. A soft pillow of lung fully hipshot

Do you really mean to? Sleeping soundly on the peachest nose and now all through the house, shouting the amount of money, Saturday, the same drawing of orange baubles and green tin. Babel’s describe. Licking breath, abbreviation altering a “part.” The shabbos part. The knocking, stunning, and one of each of five keys. 

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The pitch of new, that is not the point. The little possibilities nightfall can speak alone. Your daughter and the analogy that exists in this era — the blind cleaning, the specialty dominant.

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Yachats than you

Something of the former would not scrape 

His propping Greek stone anchor, limber bottom knee 

Life objects and an engraving blue grotto

I’d put a block of wood under nautilus, tidings,

A student and a tuning fork to describe a spiritual crossing, crossing,

Crossing Holland waters for fatting the ground, forming warmer garden peas

Caused the great crumble jubilee

Saltiest current and why not then gradient and felt light, too

At one time a mother was heavy with gravity and progress

The time-mother affair, a month 

Deeply here and coniferous the earliest brunt of cheek

Wet of one solitary hail 

Of weary under heavy foot, this pocket sun or further 

Up at seven to hide the cormorants 

I realized I did several stuck places

Babylon chalk deposits

The visitor spilling, crossing over by Roman nexus

Bending to deposit on sea bed 

The first layer, rapidly perfectly smooth 

And fifteen feet of pool with deep red-green bastion

Flying canyon hairs

Waste of frozen milk 

Marble head of Pan

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Half sad, half inquiry, I say like a little hog, “we picked these for you.” A member of dissection, you’re in the room too.  Folios, tens of them, and a night of sorting. In its turn, panic, an edible grass. Constant recovery of fishing boats. And always the absent prism, which belongs to other pagans, not us.

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Actually I’m signified especially at night, which grows crooked from advantage. By definition rattles anyone knows swimming, constantly, the old high note. No longer a cooling surface. Was fed back.   

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This date waits for me to show my nouveau — you live on Josephine street — so that he can make zero points, both at once meeting in the great diamond and riding away. I threw a bug down another hall, I listened for other murders beyond me. I read an article on the name — you live in one legal word — a perfect structure for prying open, and at the ceiling her mother hand. What would be is impossible to trace back from certain notes of in Context, “Downcast Eyes” is a part of this. Something in the figure of the last nine, a bench arose from coregency, food sweetened with carob banana mash. Telling us the iliac crest is plausible for incision, your entry by packets and accords, taken the stuffed up streusalz approach. For us as many as seventy rooms of mud-brick liquid while wrestling, doing the fly-in-air-lick, straight from the painters, painter’s wide, well, wide. My date fills a fresh water with fish from the Nile. The hunter, filled with three quarters ancient stone in five fragments is unrealized, that happened to me twice. Many of us are on a street littered with kohl. That comes from shaving a small piece of eye so as to accumulate incarnations (only as qualifiers) took place in that thicket.

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Jeroboam? 

A physician is a leech

The church ancient as hemorrhage

Barley cake (placenta) plus a placing 

To the conference, a lurch 

British meat for roasting 

This eminent Bozeman

I spoke to my father, 

He was under, marked by whorls  

He was false, and I undone

On that spot prolapsed 

Seborrheal purgation 

Incomplete the sorta 

Failure of memory 

The ox picks up the junket

Rapidity of thought 

Kind and grave from which a new bone

I do not want to see you 

Sand heap of every man

Timid simplex

A line passing from 

Put away tools, sediment, or scum  

To tin with valence two

Perplex skin of the face

2 billion dishes of plague 

A drop, illume, elsewhere spoons

Solidist 

Justice refuses himself

Far and near facial stitch 

Vera, from every infestation

Ottavio Profeta 

Innocent fish soup

Prickly ash fruit 

Courage as mumps

Certain types of courage: valve, gravid, capped 

As a booth, very fragile, beveled 

Raspberry eruption of the skin

Is an oversized bottle

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Catalytic, I had to take a video from inside the bed’s breaking 

A break in willowed lines, sleeves  

There was a reason needed Latin now barely awake

Hanging this plaster ball over a kind of moon monstrance made of tape and layers

So the whole thing was “jeweled”

He called it “glans” 

The bed’s a bobbing skill, it’s possibly relief of weeping yield shaking with stains

Is looking in on Kahun, whose spoken on form making more and more room another distich 

I refuse to look up, overpaint and overpainting, layering bad encounters with hind legs 

By nape expression, the latest crazy heat all falling on Clem, clementine, that’s language of sweet for language of water poured from pitcher to pitcher

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Whatever’s folded back on myself

Pain or muscle flap

Bears tapir or bat 

Paper coat with medicine warm kind to older June 

On the cheeks of Tony, groping her way

North, one day that never occurs

A deer plain staring right at me 

Nearly pregnant with nature’s wild carrot 

Soup is on edicts 

I thought I queued the loops of Willis

Almost shot forward in a slippery drench 

I’ve a mechanical word for that 

Waking way way too early 

Made a meal: Belgian knot, Saxony, tea 

Sella Turcica but always there are minutes,

Minutes longer imbedded in eating

Begin with the baby that will alter adventure

Of the wilderness I just spoke of you 

It is also present in the pit

Over-the-shoulder tone color 

Sort of beauty destructive salt 

See a little of every rainy color, rote squadron

With one arm folded back on itself 

Syrinx I swim still quilted suit, we should say, green

Those little mental swallows

Miserly intervals, storing kipper snacks

Quiet engagement with even the littlest cocktail things 

Morsal surface on surface and caught fast by the ear

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A neighbor Pearl Buck cursed worse for all in all potential. The family of recent relations takes rates over pace of doing work. A serum of buckling, buckling, cherry buckle. Pore over a line, a whole sphere over truth making spare rooms of neighbors of poppets. The etching line the progress the etch yes the mouth of which says rain. Rain-wash medicine for measuring rates of motes and its halves. Etching pits worm their way are superficially frum, is so, if such exist, we reach illumination constant. Counter with thistle, no, the diligent hand on one side of the body. Even truth awash in medicine oils, pretense bred worms and stank from heaven. A special molded system ceases to be bread. Here is another curse, purple of cassius beneath the skin of the stag. Where ways to approach become clear of cranberry, reduce the root of inflection and pass by unnoticed. Cloying and cold-working if the second had never existed. The egg would never have, the rosy egg in any world.    

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Wassily, the great replicator (he’s actually sitting on my lap as I write this) is uninterested in substance or cases of resistance to substance. I duck under the desk in an instance specifically of quakes, lug-handled pots of posca with big giant ice cubes, breaks in two in my lap. That is not dependence but she winces, dying (dead?) lips around the deep, brain-crisping smoke heat. At least in warm foods the least die without tending, the harried lease of scammony, this country who serves duck to its army on bad days. Even meddled, fine-grain oyster has mother upon mother doing wash on wholes and parts of days. Even winding, round Jorry depends on ice wine, so frost, on Ebsco, from Ipswich. What is the matter of assassination? Not disruption, anyway, is usually cyclical, enticing, a “pass” over flooded roads. Waders and future waders and other like individuals. Approach the quiet bank, huddled and streaming into weak and strong currents making bootprints properly, though not with purpose. As stretching can be in relation to the shoulders each notion of ground, fat, whole, law, ground. 

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1. A dozen different kinds of (piles of) silver grain people for whom I was named. There’s an arm in the attic which I’ve kissed. Another oddity: you’re wrung out in a grotto, helpful to those interested in the sputtering. Fire I’ve met and not yet met throws up on my belly. Chains of Joan, a romp of angry fur. Fears the sight of one’s waist in mourning. Hears wind off the side. Gray, ill fur wet chest. Two tiny lovers bent to be handled. Shelley buys a note to pretend to unchain them. Underwritten on a curd in the wound. What I would take up if these hands graced my pockets. Rifling for just words in the place of y. On a bony and scary numbered chart with wing fingers. One holds his own cane, so 3-legged, one holds a horn - help us please.

2. In every claim a snowy thickness is the utensil, a sense commitment to cold the crop of pomegranate no gesture is given, is social without social object. Given the density of a window, a cloying window. Thickness of a sense, widow, wed. Separation commitment: a granite crop of windows. Replying to a title - given social title. Dense without density. Over time the cropped object figures it. Your wedding after years, years of regiment. Until only left is owing. I ate four bites, I’m a wad. This besides a gift mess of the range, further down in sans swiftness, if he was sick then she was sick. 

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4/28

Everyone, even mommies 

Into the bathwater 

Too full that we know of, too full of fig drink to cross however many zones 

To get to the bedroom (which is illegal here)

In a good-smelling room, a good hole 

Hot stove, the water just stopped 

Tied to the wheel a little piece of fat dripping 

This is the obvious first thing written 

Then we found more old flakes in cracked open “envelopes”

Scribes looking fertile, go for swims in opinion that time slashes time 

Pinion after pinion

Ptolemy made from bread, best of all voice in the dark  

I baked him the boredom cake

Liquid in great sloshes will deny deny

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4/27

Joe reads the pant legs of girls 

In the water bath of gentle blue myrrh 

Or, sounds of five 

Choosing is always underling  

It’s like to slightly boil a wax bean, in this case, softer 

Never disciplined

I am finally learning to discipline is human

I thought while riding, “God is just testing me, God will keep testing me”

To “bone” is to ride high on a fine scheme

To “follow up,” underline punish

Accused of charming, under canvas, nursing a nutty sediment 

Bone and hanging watches in pocket, in line about spice of mace 

A too intimate pin between them 

A very complicated fever, the piano 

Brown flannel of thigh, foot, or spine 

Joe reads “touch of damson plum, sorrel juice, gift of the grateful soldier”

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English customs of Lightly sweet-buttered Eye, Not the Application of a technique Which he Expounds Lines Effects inchoate yearning a curb. What does Nature know Another? Led to its being “tossed and wrong,” Eight Necessary prunes and used All at once. So are we all in this bewitching of Either reason, Leda. Equally images of Nature equal to existential thereness/chopped Apples.