The Ladder
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#571 | Boat massage. Why can't you forget your flows and ebb's. And let things fall. Stacked like things un-said. _ |
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#572 | Where does "the nowhere" hide the vast. Hair growing back slow not fast. Where does a calendar's eons hide. Angers the bed linens would never try. _ |
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#573 | Tell me if there is something wrong. How does "ONE" work? By caging or recover? Birds say it, then walk around like a promise. But with no promise to each other. _ |
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#574 | Finally, here it comes around. Oddly only in elderly years. Ripe with gravity to leave me queasy. Cruel gravity will never land on easy. _ |
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#575 | Would you like to go for coffee. I know where they serve it weak. And cooperations barely know. Where defeats need meat. _ |
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#576 | A newspaper to me always solemnly feeds. Deep corrections that each field beds. That I turn for harvest of flaw's sweetest seeds. And know things not needed to be said. _ |
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#577 | At least an orchard. Seems to be admired. A single Buckyball. A single man retired. How many reasons does he need to hear. We've reached the store. Is this enough, my dear. _ |
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#578 | I just remember you. When all the world's afire. And dreams come in from another place. And I journey to the last desire. _ |
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#579 | People stepping backwards. To let roll of newspaper climb. Woman locking apartment door. For unusual length of time. _ |
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#580 | I heard about a loneliness. That is as walk as mars. With two porch chairs soft as romance is. In a house above the stars. _ |
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#581 | And then I hear it. Do it right. Busy-Outside, The Sergeant of the Stage. The Life you Spend, you Spend. Milly isn't here that way. _ |
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#582 | When navigating the land of people. In the forest of what's truly going on. I envy their skill of knowing clearly. Invisible symbols of hearts so strong. _ |
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#583 | A massive ship leave as half you can. Open your crackers and hope. Don't look down at the length of her legs. Mars will only have one quote. _ |
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#584 | Tangles must be so confused. Come here go away in one wish fused. Problems like a loyal dog. Fetching wonder when you throw god. _ |
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#585 | You know how lasting silence is. When a finish line remembers a race. When you catch me glancing. I try to make that face. _ |
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#586 | That's going to move our budget a bit. All of us slow, slow, slow. Let me at it then. Sharks inside sharks? It's something. I'm feeling it pro. _ |
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#587 | How about a solemn toast for what we've said. The last thing people believe we hope. I saw it once on the tip of the young. A forgiven so bold in scope. _ |
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#588 | Hiding in bushes at poetry reading. Until someone arrives portage. Running to be first one seated. That's not dangerous that's corsage. _ |
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#589 | Well, how about it? Want to show me that movie stuff? Seen as the horizon is now a dreadful investment. Can I be your serial girl? Since our watches are flashing "no estimate". _ |
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#590 | Powered by the hour of compression. First you lush two trillion learns. And when you stir in a timeless question. Then you've heavened all my turns. _ |
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#591 | I let you dream for forty seconds. In that nightmare you have each week. Then I woke you with a quiet touch. And wished all rescues could be that meek. _ |
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#592 | Only just one lobster Captain. But it's holding a 58 Terabyte. Should we throw it's thumb drive back? Or Arts'-Appetite? _ |
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#593 | Crop Circles talk in circles. The same as everything we know. Please clockwork universe speak to us. We pushed far the-not new snow. _ |
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#594 | Horizons where we look. A chin bowed down to knee. The shadows on a gentle brook. To be mistook for trees. _ |
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#595 | A children's charity drive thankyou ad. Cryptically written, where words need pride. Using several advanced symbols. To make educated donators teary eyed. _ |
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#596 | Where did that go? Oh my God, he's here. And she went, Uh Oh Who's that? Is that Will? And is that a Twist, bending around him? Maybe he wants that filled. _ |
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#597 | Man against his pen. Locked in combat till the end. If you ever read these words. Know I won by sunrise birds. _ |
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#598 | People are the boldest landscapes. And where I fear to run. If I wake from ocean sand shapes. I must have met someone. _ |
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#599 | Every ten days a starving mind. Finds one with mourned relief. In a portion smaller than kind. How rare is the sworn belief. _ |
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#600 | I wish they were all called peace keepers. All police and military force. As I bend grandfather's pipe cleaners. And learn his world of course. _ |
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