The Ladder
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#1 | The five damages inside yourself. Stain you where you makeup your mind. Where cold fronts merge with yes-fronts. Only inner art can measure weather's spacetime. _ |
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#2 | Secretly, they know what you know. That temperature is the same as morning dew. So they can know that out there somewhere. A Caramilk Bar will fall in love as much as you. _ |
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#3 | Lovely sadness becomes I imagine. Reasoning after "dark". Remarking-something short and bright. Friendly-objective: interesting "Art". _ |
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#4 | Whilst a river on the run. There's body paint and sea. No Robot! You be nice. So also-south. You're me. _ |
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#5 | I don't "know" if we know enough to know. More on trees than trees. The first time you want to do it. Spider gives to thee "what's" thee. _ |
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#6 | That's nice he wants to paint an elephant. Or anything in a storm. What breaks a guitar, has found him. Without thinking an atom warned. _ |
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#7 | Repeat-unique against unique-repeat, near boring bit fliping the third. On the surface of a wishing world. _ |
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#8 | The older I get, "twice" becomes all I need to say. I've got some dirt to rhyme. How's it going down there? The newspapers are just zeros and time. _ |
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#9 | When everything you put down. Walks away. And your door keys. Have a balloon on the way. _ |
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#10 | Like a shirt in a can. Or Emily in a fold. More-comfortable in the wind. Heavenly New Year's in a toad. _ |
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#11 | If these are good. Why are they saddled. The Arts are an average. Of a medium's frazzle. _ |
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#12 | When I'm old, I'll see you with one pixel. And I'll know you by your, one pixel Fame. Right about now, I think I have five-pixels. And way before that, I think no quatrains. _ |
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#13 | With even some science. She was made in that sense. Vapor trails just ninety cents. Hi yourself. Repair your past-tense. _ |
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#14 | If ufo's had only one human. To ask, "what was humanity". Because electricity never decided. I would "say" we were justice-tree. _ |
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#15 | Now imagine Lault is a lucky guy. That summer agrees and doesn't mess with shy. You're up. Lots of letters. And cover your toes. Keep your camera style in the wrong suppose. _ |
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#16 | I am not pursuing that rubber that hits the road. But I'm kind of sad, that Umbrella is your name. And that's the end of that if the Dutch eat breakfast. If I fall. You'll be the best. And as first as rain. _ |
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#17 | In the glimmer I behold the truth. That the shimmer beholds the see. In the forever in the unsold boat. That's where your hope holds me. _ |
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#18 | It's like going to church. It's for peace, he said. Ok, just put it down, where we keep the silly-floored. I see your nurse shoes are very fluffy? I'm healthy too because of what I've stored. _ |
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#19 | Ok let's see here. Fly the broom to-morning Reveille. Through the longest ever "learning" tunnel-"glide". (to Emily) _ |
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#20 | There's a sun on television. In that movie, she wants to make. Code Seven: Worms are a Dollar per Bate. Do we all have our "means"? Let's go through him and his dreams of late. _ |
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#21 | Those moments when clouds look fast to a man. And stars compute in his head. And the sum of a man shines each night. And he doesn't believe what he's said. _ |
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#22 | Name-calling turns In humanities tangled pipes Where deadpan visions would never Hurt insights. (name calculator) _ |
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#23 | Let no writing industries put asunder. Two words that want to be the same. By the hour of the state invested in me. I pronounce my love in twain. _ |
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#24 | Why did the dam have to be. So small-door'd. I'll take the next elevator. And see you in five more floors. _ |
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#25 | I know it's hard to save me. Old is what I meant to say. So dark in here. Funny cakes and shoes. Do you happen to remember a way? _ |
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#26 | Do you ever feel a breeze at night. And think you were kissed by plan. That moment needs magnetic north. I guess that's where I am. _ |
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#27 | Emily, why are your eyes so antistatic? Can you explain why you need a doubter? You have hands, and I don't want to die. Is that an apple-Forest? That's a router. _ |
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#28 | Five is the "rain" best numbered wrong. Few-enough to know what's going on. That-some look up and see every star. In a world, where soul-cells guess wrong and-charge. _ |
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#29 | The wind wants to show me. The answer is to make things a little better. Knock on snow. The feeling I get then never. _ |
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#30 | I know a poem that has just one universe. It's called eventually you'll stand and go. When table flowers wilt just as gently. That's what it is to know. _ |
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