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#391    And all the clocks that time forgot.
And the hourglasses too.
And start them all at once.
To time my love for you.
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#392    I'm only drawing colors from pictures.
Like the interesting much of yellow.
So can I please love you, like a stammer.
And live forever within more hello.
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#393    The sky looked for me like telescopes today.
And somehow the evening won.
I took great pains to hide my warmth.
Yet I think it saw my shun.
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#394    The frog's way to pollute is very clever.
An eerie low quiet no bog can jeer.
Untill awake talkers become very peaceful.
Then true tips of pine cones can steer.
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#395    Heart with proper direction finder.
To find a way up every minute.
Finding that positive so small.
To steer by such goodness in it.
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#396    Test all watch a sunset.
If none presenteth thee.
Hearts but willed with unrest.
Could point to one and see.
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#397    To live eight decades with no fun.
And not rebound the leerable option.
Like a weird judge behind a small room divider.
I unfold love across my bench too often.
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#398    Listen to your dreams.
They call you accurate names.
The billions of voices, searching for equals.
Only call you games.
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#399    They like the thought of you so much.
All my brain cells took a vote.
They want to think of you everyday.
So here's a poem they wrote.
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#400    Around your toaster I hear things.
Lovely is one such word.
That goes on anything not yourself.
How envious butter heard.
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#401    Well let's see if you count the sun.
Then divide by a mist of stars.
And put all atoms in a clockwise circle.
I'm forty three cookie jars.
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#402    I wanted some alone time.
I strapped myself to-your dream stairs.
It started with, come on up.
A diamond and what's in there.
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#403    Curse oh well the golden way.
A million times wide and vast.
It is the heart's most cruelest may.
The mouth must open and ask.
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#404    Fish say hello.
The same way a field of cotton tries.
Happier in the evenings.
Just before the test of eyes.
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#405    I love the time before morning.
And the bird songs just before dawn.
Words aren't mean before warming.
And the sleeping are never wrong.
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#406    On the night I saw a faint Morse code.
From far beyond a spider's thread.
I discerned that signals carry power.
Because power only carries dread.
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#407    The greatest things there are to see.
Are made visible by observations.
The way the heavens own no light.
Or return key constellations.
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#408    Sip. Do it again. Lie down.
And bet some honey on that toaster.
She-has inner-eyes this big, that hot measure.
And we both know he will coaster.
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#409    A world that moves so fast outside.
Tires a seek inside so slow.
The anyway my idea escapes.
My inner eye must go.
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#410    Does my inner candle.
Cast shadows on my cell.
Or does wind and castle.
Cast shadows on my shell.
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#411    To know friends by their predicaments.
All choices are beauty when froze.
Standing farther than lonely beside them.
As silence unblissed earning chose.
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#412    Try not to speak rice of America.
The only way to go.
Dancers in the blinding snow.
The deep earth-anchored nightclub table woes.
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#413    I love our minds and how we think.
And how thoughts are hills and wavy.
But there's something missing I'm not sure what.
Like perhaps there's not enough of maybe.
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#414    And all throughout thoughts I guessed so.
Tired is-that sound most likely.
That there must be enough traffic somewhere.
That knows your character slightly.
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#415    Without pressure only desire.
Is there such an iron forged.
Refined by never known admire.
Steel bars my mind calls yours.
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#416    No deal nor should has yet impede.
What is swirled by the power of wants.
As rhymely small as the heard indeed.
Is the unstoppable returned response.
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#417    But I was old.
And by glimmers named.
We only say good morning.
On thought rivers tamed.
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#418    Behold the dafidills with linger.
For as long as we can think.
And measure time from thumb to finger.
And mind as wide as blink.
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#419    Oh come on, you're not going to offend.
The excuse is in being challenged to heal terribly.
Hmm. I think I look like that.
Are they going to pick me up and bury me.
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#420    Converting circles into squares.
Requires every-triangle side that shows.
The mind of men, hurt in golden moulds.
If you intrude on that, hide glows.
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