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#391    Doctor, what WORLD did this?
I'm on the waterfront asking.
How do blankets feel from new?
Stuffed, clean blank and lasting.
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#392    Like a bird in love with a cell phone.
My eyes must show false glee.
At the stare where men must be unknown.
I leave quatrains for thee.
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#393    You know those riddles of worlds.
That only pillows have heard.
I chime like the wind where important begins.
And hide where unspokens converge.
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#394    How sinned is the heart when torn.
Ten thousand times a day.
Coward like the fate of warm.
The mind's eye won't obey.
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#395    At the center of everyone's hurricane.
Is a story so slow we would weep.
But no one has ever been there.
For fear of the storms we greet.
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#396    Please forgive me when I reach for change.
I know I should move faster than stop or pause.
But the distance needs faith and the years need arrange.
When you're moving at speeds of operas.
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#397    She norms by golden counteract.
The less of her would seem.
With beaut force and diamond thought.
The woman for me must dream.
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#398    Contestant one, do you have anything to-say.
Yes. I want to say "it's flashlight season".
Spotlight on the black-lamb top bunk resting.
Hidden among "several" quilts and reasons.
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#399    Deep in the recesses of time's eyes.
A curve curves or a line lines.
Maybe it changes each asked for rhyme.
And mere darkness darks or mere shine shines.
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#400    Like telling time by a clock hand's shadow.
I need just one source of right.
So as near as I can tell it's hello.
When winter strikes the night.
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#401    When fun day, has to choose a style.
A whisper quiet will always hide by rain.
As if the witness of all, it has seen.
Might have, louder slants than drain.
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#402    Again and again it never ends.
Unloud like a dancing rain.
Somewhere in the faster light.
Not now, something simple claims.
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#403    A new bath.
Twenty minutes a day.
Why wouldn't he.
Red wines and garlic say.
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#404    You can't phone his apologies.
Excuse me, your shoulder is arcing-sparks.
Oh. I was trying to get to the boats.
Or sharks.
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#405    In this area right-here.
I think they use a guidance system from above.
Her coveralls and her yard stick, to the table.
Archangels, that chalk boards love.
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#406    Can he go pee.
No I don't think they need to. Not this year.
To keep things simple though.
They typically go each tear.
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#407    It's all about the word impedance.
Do you dream of that.
Like a dance on figure skates.
To stop you they react.
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#408    That's, what I'm worried, most about.
That waters, are not sure things.
Holding a match up to the problem.
Beholds our rights to wings.
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#409    Diamond is not a pretty thought.
That shelter of the saddest king.
Each minute, of an average moment.
Disturbing his inner swing.
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#410    It's, better that way you know!
To get free rights! And a tangled nose.
But wherever exactly roaming went.
I have no ideas, like pros.
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#411    And lo however, I ride the bus.
A chapel, as quaint as far.
With war, as ample, as sitting brings.
The knowing what moves a car.
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#412    Insane beleaguered people scream.
The fanciness we fall.
On running transportation.
Where waterbeds know all.
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#413    But now? Would you take it?
Like Christmas again?
That nature of gold?
The standard, often?
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#414    Here's hoping our eyes, receive tainted feedback.
And what we believe, always slightly wrong.
So each and every, thing we touch.
Becomes slightly more like song.
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#415    I'm a man, and I have jel-o fingers.
But the whole world needs to know.
If only I could type this out there.
That traffic is made of people's prose.
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#416    I know there's alot of atoms.
But one somewhere contains your song.
And when you call yourself bad things.
I go there knowing that you're wrong.
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#417    A darkness we won't test by leaving.
A tome where no distance is breached.
We live in a thing called a brain cell.
Knowing there are things to be teached.
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#418    Eternity is not so cruel.
When it gives one ounce of time.
And sieves it through a magic rule.
No that's a mean that's kind.
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#419    If you see my eyes looking out at you.
From the mask shaped hubcap of a car.
Give them a small amount of attention.
But not enough to scar.
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#420    When we're awake we think at our tips.
Where our lightning bolt chooses explore.
But when we're asleep we think at our root.
To direction our lightning bolt's core.
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