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#361    When a man sits down to think next movement.
His eye turns inward and he plans improvement.
And when the wind makes the sound of could.
He gives the campfire and his heart more would.
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#362    Within a chain reaction.
Clouds and smoke despair.
Like corridors need funny.
Karma and finances where.
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#363    I almost thought about you last night.
Could you tell me more about you please?
The subconscious sees life with only five pixels.
And stands alone near no breeze.
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#364    With nothing as solemn as window grime.
I'll ask as if wind were mine.
Within the harbor between two endless scopes.
I'll ask the din to dine.
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#365    A valentine I give to thine.
And pretend we were divided and then.
Like Plasticine in a child's dreams.
We forever recombine again.
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#366    Anxiety, you were my favourite love to wish.
Because you looked "less" than evening-desks.
I would never ask you out for soup so plain.
For god knows cholesterol's insane.
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#367    The greatest secret weapon you'll never see.
The non issue how often it has saved we.
Owned and operated by the gentle few.
The non issue something I speak to you.
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#368    Dance and forget the placement of light.
Every pixel knows.
With more giving than per second can trite.
Oh please forgive my prose.
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#369    Suddenly you are five-hundred-old what if.
And I were there under that father tree.
With two extra.
I don't think they were expecting it.
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#370    The eddies of the stream are slight.
The bravest leaves have known.
Choice at the master's keel of life.
The smallest turns they've owned.
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#371    If something breaks and there's a question.
Get the artist and we'll-have a look at his toe.
As he shuts-his trap and the Ford swings.
Should we look? I "don't think" so.
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#372    I think up to look at stars.
And think down to look at seeds.
Would you mind if I think of you.
Horizons are the weakest needs.
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#373    Bricks and mortar like all that's said.
Build art and poetry for the worlds ahead.
And when the sticks and fears are dry.
No home is warmer than the eye.
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#374    Ok come on guys.
Especially if you use charm.
The great thing about her mother?
You say your magic. Old test. Right yarn.
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#375    Four female brains one painted larger by me.
During my visit to an all girl art class.
With no home in a forest of glass.
If you ever get that lonely ask.
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#376    When mankind broke the sound barrier (sorry).
Soon every man could talk.
So anything stronger than zero meaning.
Could ask you for a walk.
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#377    If there is only just things.
What happens with importance.
Would you like a cup of coffee.
A universe loves orbits.
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#378    I started it. Secret beetle agent beside my bed.
She could've had-it for "math". Or even a "kiss".
Within building codes. Always looking for-ideas.
I've got lightning-chance of silver fish.
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#379    Sooner or later there's a whole flow.
And you get to drawer all that sand.
Take me down to the Movies for inner tubes.
And hush like Judy's yes I understand.
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#380    I'll believe in unfurling nonsense.
If uncocooning can save a world.
Or if the theory of hellotivity.
Can incline a woman curled.
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#381    But there's a reason for things in twos.
And thinking is its song.
Have you ever told yourself a lie.
But rhythm stopped its wrong.
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#382    Where would I hide all darkness.
If it was all you feared.
I would hide it in the larkness.
And smile if it teared.
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#383    Who was that just singing.
Ten times and she was gone.
Doctor I have a fever.
One lifetime and "I am song".
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#384    The most beautiful colors of a painting.
A universe or pun.
Where sometimes we find are two.
There was only room for one.
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#385    What about this problem.
It's me who rests my head.
As they often say, I count my sceneries.
I'm zeroed with love instead.
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#386    New quatrain first lines show.
There are many ways to go.
While second, third line and last.
Remind us there is a glorious path.
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#387    Boat massage.
Why can't you forget your flows and ebb's.
And let things fall.
Stacked like things un-said.
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#388    Where does "the nowhere" hide the vast.
Hair growing back slow not fast.
Where does a calendar's eons hide.
Angers the bed linens would never try.
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#389    Would you like to go for coffee.
I know where they serve it weak.
And cooperations barely know.
Where defeats need meat.
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#390    A newspaper to me always solemnly feeds.
Deep corrections that each field beds.
That I turn for harvest of flaw's sweetest seeds.
And know things not needed to be said.
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