The Ladder
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#481 | Oh chocolate will fix that. You just have to imagine it. But turn it down a bit. I did and it reversed my "colleagues list". _ |
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#482 | Have you ever searched the Internet. To find your other word. And pro wrestlers holding large writing pens. In headlocks almost heard. _ |
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#483 | She would have to be homely. And know where dust lies stilled. With eyes as moist as only. And tea just as fulfilled. _ |
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#484 | To always love simplicity. And believe it must exist. To finally make a painting thus. And arm its small with bliss. _ |
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#485 | Wonderful flying feet. Unfortunately body hangs. Knowledge is an empty street. That owes its seethe to gangs. _ |
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#486 | The atom which mattered said to the atom unsung. I love you but please don't watch the fun. Have you ever been lonely within a breather. That's kind-less, where pearls send all levers. _ |
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#487 | When silence comment's on a situation. It provokes no reaction. The hardest heart in the deepest despair. Surely needs that traction. _ |
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#488 | Stack toilet paper rolls according to hidden messages. And they'll become an elaborate mess. That's cool knowing too much about a world. But each stung becomes the dawns of chess. _ |
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#489 | It's all right Mom. There you go. Yes, you are a riot of the sand I know. Like yellow suns have reasurance. I'll pick it up. That's why there are cars not servents. Where there's a cloud of dust: Observance. _ |
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#490 | Living like the bird unfound. How unsword is the small profound. Forgive a universe that meanly hides. All the needs of a world in prides. _ |
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#491 | I am the night and wind at play. Forlorn as your tinge of day. If there is a magic word for hope. Of it I shall never say. _ |
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#492 | Embostic Red, before it opens? My wishes? I can't even say them, Dear. Coffees, please. But only if he wants them. And cream matching the hunger up here. _ |
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#493 | Our lives are not our details. Our eyes see not our diaries. I knew you well with zero tell. Because I only drew the ironies. _ |
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#494 | Toxic gadget battery to face-pimple. Surprisingly slipping under skin. Wondering how to remove it. Discovering gentle pinching wins. _ |
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#495 | There's no discussion worth design. No blossom worth-indigo. "I'm tired." Tired of days, "hidden within the field". Where bread dough watches us become unreal. _ |
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#496 | Confusion generators run on mixture. With opposition and support mixed well. Power your world with one choice of shifter. Then kick start with one bliss and tell. _ |
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#497 | Words that build are told for height. Rare among none we say. As easy as living a few stacked right. To measure a man's decay. _ |
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#498 | That's John. He's throwing it. But why sir only two? Unless you mean the ropes sir? No! I'm only mean to glue. Think of "things" in memory. Time was not "like" that. It was "like" a watch for instances, that only asked for slack. _ |
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#499 | I always know when I'm in love. Like trees a desert lends. I thought I saw you twice today. Of course it always ends. _ |
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#500 | To see who through a dimpled glass. And know pi sums of lean. My life fills up a painting masked. Five symbols shy tons unseen. _ |
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#501 | Have you seen where I've been looking? I can't find it anywhere. I thought I left it inside my freedom. So it could be any care. _ |
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#502 | All the world a host of hours. Needs every second thought we'll have. To steer the spoils away from sours. Could you-aim your shy-sweet sad. _ |
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#503 | Massive raises its head. For funny charger time. Mistaking colossal's help. And humanity's "flame" as mind. _ |
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#504 | Near the edges pierced unnamed. With the strangest tacks of meeks. Favorite art we hang unframed. On a plane that does not preach. _ |
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#505 | Mind keeping every overdose. Like the way we were. Attention to detail's silver coast. Moustache "I" concur. _ |
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#506 | It takes practice. You have so much. The winter roads. Who will take care of them? Who will erase them? And who has the doubt? My brain can't take it. Your favorite. I'm glad I found out. _ |
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#507 | Here is a photograph of us last year. Well actually it's a poem. But we're frozen just as hard I guess. In that stuff we won't call known. _ |
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#508 | The pretty Doris option. Somewhere in her home. Her eyes with safety measures. Breaking pyramids down alone. _ |
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#509 | Losing individually is natures way. You are still "holding five records" young. But how is this going to stretch a ship? Try searching for "shoe stores", until you've "found one". _ |
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#510 | Behind every star of living. I hide in the don't call us milieu. Knowing bright stars are only bright by giving. And because they're close to You. _ |
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