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You Taste Like Riverbats And Bayeux Tapestry

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In observation,
there's punctuation under the killing stars,
I have slept near the fire, and my bones are still so maneuverable.
The undertaken failed to release me to any takers.
The windows still stood still, repelling the soothsayer that desired to have my light placed under his tributary drops of 'lore that befell the seashores after the rain had stopped.
Make a mask from candlewax maps and put your finger through your throat until all nations are soaked.
Go, never stop going.
Everybody wants to be wanted.
Everybody wants to have jaundice.
The attention is craved and served on nice sterling platters, so much that you want it more.
So you train yourself to deplore when there's nothing left to think for. Catapult yourself to an island and cycle in silica dust, with trust; you must.
Pneumoconiosis will make your words seem weak, and takers will be more than eager to splay your maneuverable bones and recompense you with sleep, just so you're pleased, so equivocally retrieved—formaldehyde for your leap.
The sun splatters around, and around, and around, and around.
The King with his crown.
 
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this makes me excited by the prospect of sadness. almost as if a tormented spirit had been conjured, but not set free.
 
Wow! There are some incredible things going on here. I could pick out lines/phrases, but I think I'd end up quoting most of it. Unforeseen leaps into the unknown, gymnastics, fireshows. Pure poetry.

It's already a great piece of work, but I think if you expand / hone it, it could be absolutely AMAZING. Seriously.
 
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