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My 2082 Quatrains Ranked by Your Votes (the results)

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#61    It fills like living every place you know.
That place so tall it hides.
Where chance can't move the things of mission.
Yet everything motionless tries.
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#62    The explanation that dies by words.
Like the shimmer that dies by sun.
As gentle as the river tells you.
Please forgive my words of none.
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#63    Teach someone a lesson disease.
Has a privacy at it's center called loved.
Right where teach someone a lesson breeze.
Keeps a privacy at it's center called doves.
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#64    A flower to lift your spirits up.
As bliss orbits the woes.
And in a universe all that stops.
Pushes all that knows.
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#65    Coffee makes people talk to each other.
Where un-excitements never share.
And bland woman how, goes our morning?
Let us burst-compare.
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#66    In my second life I can pace for hours.
On no hillside called lichen's rift.
Where men who like her can think for powers.
And improve the song of if.
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#67    When you walk near a puddle at night.
And you see it contains the stars.
Then you pretend you comprehend.
That is what atoms are.
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#68    Can a simple thing be who.
As simple as the at.
As tiny as an inconclusion.
Yet two worlds fit through that.
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#69    All I want is the loneliness.
From the ideas as lips as eyes.
And conversations wearing the inspirations.
And the sweetness black coffee hides.
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#70    A Woman wearing a gold necklace looking down.
At many dirty pots and pans in a sink.
Why do schizotypals isolate.
You blink.
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#71    It's not by stature or envelope.
That knowledge is held by teams.
Dear song time ago and your single spark.
Can I watch you and fill my dreams.
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#72    In my wobbly apartment building.
Where I talk as far as Emily.
I search for my lost party shoe.
On the floors braced to my family.
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#73    In the language, of digital cameras.
A pixel is a metaphor.
Which means within, poetic brains.
We wash our screens with never more.
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#74    Near the subatomic scale they grow.
The who is following who.
And way above the planetary scale.
They harvest the me nearing you.
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#75    Oh gosh what's "a voice to say".
"In his heart", is Mem Orray.
Stunned as if Montana was.
Her egg shell white each day.
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#76    As ordered as the chestnut tree.
Stored at bay by squirrel in sockets.
A world kept just the way it should.
As coins within my pockets.
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#77    Precious Neural Roman Benches.
Scattered throughout my mind.
Where I can rest far long enough.
May I please quest her rhyme.
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#78    I don't think I'd like some extra burden.
We're not talking babies here. Just-watch-this.
Where couples together hang their cupboards.
A journey is just enough of-wish.
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#79    But today has-told me allot today.
Eagles fly like ducks.
My stove range worships the best schematic.
And bets "aboves" on me for luck.
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#80    That same way mirrors look like silver.
But also, exactly, recreate the game.
Any lies or truths, you might hear from me.
Deflect my homely effort to wane.
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#81    Do you know, that I spoke to Dan today?
He woke a scientist. "How can there be the abled"?
I bested him.
How can cobble taste the stable?
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#82    The last tent. And now it lets the rain through.
I baked her some bread filled with what she can't do.
Everyone wants to know what sounds so great.
If she never paints her words I'll wait.
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#83    A female standing in a massive tent.
With massive gears for her sans intent.
A male visitor to her massive Telescope.
Her hands offering him a Cantaloupe.
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#84    I would like to win, for the wind.
For its sadness, that goes through trees.
The mind is such a sad-less wing.
That why smiles, if dust recedes.
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#85    Would you like to see my art.
I own a five pixel camera.
Five symbols is all it takes.
And lonely folds the drama.
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#86    Of all the styles among inactions.
I sadly-choose quatrains so wilfully.
Because our world does not need poetry.
Only quotability.
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#87    I think I became small today.
So it's traditional to wear my uniform.
Sun dust sparkles, within a darkness.
Are "saluting" to my lesser, hello-storm.
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#88    Known as where the crickets shy.
Where fame is the least of man's.
I'm above within below the din.
Wondering if you have plans.
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#89    Today I mourned, that conversation.
True friends keep deep inside.
Because they know, our hibernation.
Would never match their stride.
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#90    In Georgia as good a place as any.
Faculty A vs faculty B.
I learned about taking care of it.
Doughnut-and-a-Tea.
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