climbing to the edge of the wallhe realized
the moon does not rise in the morning
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- following quintus; we entered instantia via the bo...
- frequented ions
- the silver lever, left and right, arching left and...
- we wo'n't need to remove the umbrella
- seasoned oars
- matte
- finding necessity in
- ascending tiers
- from the park none of us would have known
- tonality
- this is more you
- there is no cieling
- crossing into another section; consumed by the ful...
- like the trees i had seen
- the staircase to
- fifty eighth
- one over three
- heightening observati
- via separation
- streets signs on a hill that neither of us could read
- in the manner that they know each other; pino
- we climbed into the hill
- knowing less of the distance from here to yesterday
- positioned meandering
- fractional shudder speeds
- warmed canvas tones
- from beneath another sky
- ... that is where we shall meet you
- nonscreened
- speckled panels
- the field
- and the six windows are now one
- the hill became a river; so we swim
- those mornings when friends will arrive
- and then the truning didn't provide comfort
- to whom are these shoulder dapperrings?
- my head on her right side; greyed static of being ...
- slight bulge of an inner knot
- walking wards; the one with a b or was it a b
- it was a man on the c that i saw; mid-strides near...
- yes this was before the tape measured
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