overt the senses, awkwardly
to do, the means
yet out,
bet images, the
solvent, that leans the
hands, forcing open. A
first roped sustained
lightenishly so un-com-patri-otes-al-ly
objectified denied from our
here soil, thus unflushable
little ocean pools, aqua’s
of remaining trapicalised
scenes so as
passionate; smear
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