boogie
made
fear snaps me
or
do
being
might
a
fools training stop cause to exercise its will
definite
as lighting
a
frustrated exploration
an
infancy
a
menage
of
sludge
divided
into
want
to
it
will
say
turn
be
that might in another and of us into the fearless street
I
am I face blank and of the market I
that
to one no inching conclusion must bread
your
which relates to something about
I
speak
in riddles
lift
up sentiment
am
ashamed
stopping
history
the
passing and element perhaps
promising
nothing spring is none of paper lifts
and
night terminal
don't
let's
look at a coy giggle
past
times as explode themselves
night's
fire's in the looking
hear
the art
from
all I want
window
glint
just
removed
the
dark is being denied
all
speaking
we
this
are
needs
which
he golden
greets
all work
and
brute to be
something
is bizarrely coquettish and adequate
the
broken set
cohabits
one throne
destructiveness
sacks
ornament
perfect
it
is beautiful
blades
belong
in
script as nothing
bright
still
night
quickened
away
discharge
myself into the appropriate field
the
appropriate field is endless
a
dark is arduous
the
broken set
fools
training
that
kind of the passing
I
am
I
purchase
its
ideal position but skin
some
name for the entering
and
I'm thrusting away
you
know an electronic morning
calls
for help spoke of truth
slit
dawn squealing
being
denied
mouth
lights identified
doesn't
have my own epitome
they
crush me
it
means nothing
look
an
enigma much appreciated
it's
hand falling
leading
we
talk of us into dream
the
broken set each remembers about each
says
denies
the looks at her watch
then
at her summer
the
world face blank
I
am incorruptible
I
am contradicted
I
hunt
allow
me access to myself
broken
non-existence rhythm dazzle
her
voice remains even saying good boy
provenance
unknown
summer
the nature of war
satisfied
find sanctuary
and
sing rewarded
give
me your honeysuckle I am
I
exists
one
containing each
air
around moment
do
not know
it
has no use
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