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#901    A man looking into stove oven tossing food behind him.
Saying "and now it's time for the real heat".
A universe liking improvements.
Including nude descending a wrong way street.
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#902    It must be some kind of sight.
The mirror does not see.
Hung above the cradles pen.
I'm blaming me I'm we.
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#903    Freakin sand. Like lovers lust.
Not going to happen here.
Waiting for just, the right moment.
Soft-rocks at nightmares-ear.
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#904    Gas and copper cutters.
And an entry zone for needs.
For the problem. We "are" rehiring.
Hoping sand at neck recedes.
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#905    Lots of still quiet quotes.
Eastern "standard time" to close.
Why is someone "else so" dear.
I must have-given her my prose.
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#906    At issue an issue is the cause of itself.
I will not let me speak the word friends.
Like richness defined by unspoken wealths.
Let us talk of the morning wrens.
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#907    I'm going to leave you standing up.
But I can't remember my thumbs.
So I'll try remembering my fingers.
As the "I've got money again" alarm-hums.
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#908    There's poetry rising on the albatross stage.
On the next clear what men want croon phase.
If the cloudless blush upon two palm trees.
Turns away her milky ways.
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#909    Well we're not there yet.
But it's an interesting thing to do.
He self-gets!
So he's right to feel, guilty too.
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#910    I'm kind of saving that for less.
My oldest toast for some the fearless.
That a slight might slow the laughter.
Enough to learn by tearless.
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#911    Throw those pants in the air.
Where the red can't sting.
But not for telling nature.
It's my turn for such things!
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#912    I always do, go out well.
And I bring home, whole store freezers.
You see, everything, is not so wrong.
Well, just cereals! The height of teasers.
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#913    I think I might need a few more tears.
At night, so I'll have to go home.
But something always comes along.
And as always a question's known.
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#914    Like two months or any of them.
The trees are like the sea.
And that is how I'm kind to them.
Flag that never thinks of me.
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#915    Two tenants discussing door to 5th floor's railless baloney.
Resulting in fearful one hanging by string.
Sleep long hours and rest before peace.
Our war against auto-correct begins.
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#916    I'm back in town. So I'm back on ice.
So maybe I'll brunch once or twice.
How much does that hurt, being nice?
Oh I don't know. Well perhaps a slice.
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#917    Man with deformed arm.
On cloud not-reaching down for luck.
Busy-river hung sideways.
Mature-Woman not reaching up.
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#918    House guest with hands in pockets.
Stepping forward too shy-to-say.
Roses are the same you know.
Adding stealth that way.
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#919    The hands of man and woman.
Exchanging fishbone keys.
Front of house lasting only.
Both sides with mailbox-bees.
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#920    Man in dark in his apartment.
Pretending that he's a lamp.
Woman inspecting ashtrays.
To see if he is a champ.
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#921    A Bird supplying saliva.
An elephant being-shocked.
By electricity from a theatre.
Turning away unwatched.
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#922    A d-list hollywood actor, retrieving pizza.
With a plastic hat; coat and spine.
Under bleachers, during filming-breaks.
And plastic badge that reads "offline".
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#923    A man and woman, with zero expressions.
And-no place to go.
A lightbulb hiding a man's lips.
And wires on shoulders glow.
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#924    Mean lips saying, (super-closeup).
Your passport is no use to me.
Lawn chair on the head of bed.
Many-ships on-wavy-sea.
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#925    Attractiveness like the wryless kiss.
Steers the heart as a full deck of cards.
How I would miss your tenderness.
If the jokers were shore'n in shards.
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#926    A doctor wearing a-tuxedo.
At bus station disproving claims.
Measuring the distance, of a patient.
From the walls and stains.
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#927    And abandoned derelict boats.
Such a certified goodbye.
As she walks she-walks.
All yes-alone's we buy.
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#928    If I'm ever, there, I'll get into that!
It's the only thing I cannot find.
So all I'm doing Now is getting ready.
To get into some art school crime.
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#929    Like the seashell wears the ocean.
Beholding the sand has ears.
Knowing that fame needs no talents.
Only volunteers.
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#930    You can check it out almost everywhere now.
And soon it will be going everywhere else.
I'm building a slower world for troubles.
There it's done, my little shelf.
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