The Ladder
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#691 | If I ever run in heaven. I will walk and ask one know. How come slow is actually fast. And fast is actually slow. _ |
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#692 | Though big pictures fight alone like wind chimes. Storm never has seen one lose. Their strife so simple like boarding inclines. Warm tethers but it must choose. _ |
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#693 | For the very same reasons, that my government. Should never give me the right to drive. I will never dangerously give myself. The right to talk, more than eyes. _ |
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#694 | Intention is my favorite word. Rare as defeat meets lung. As valuable as our right to speak. Is the power to hold our tongue. _ |
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#695 | I was thinking after we're, done here? Why do you do this plea? Well once when I stood, against a tree. It told me night-repairs are not for me. _ |
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#696 | Astronaut on planet. That has just one tree. With hockey players guarding. Path to "work" place coffee. _ |
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#697 | A man dies not from mistakes. But by their accumulations. He would live forever were not. Deared sights before creditations. _ |
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#698 | Turn the lights off when you leave. The night time makes me sure. Fearing all atoms are solar systems. And electricity was war. _ |
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#699 | Happiness just like bliss. Always lagged behind. Forging ahead the will led. But the pausing heart knew pine. _ |
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#700 | The electronic fun transfers. To the ePaper news at-tunes. All the choices for naming realities. We made on the 3d looms. _ |
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#701 | If you hear me speaking just ten words. It's because I'm thinking of ten thousand heards. Like for instance because they love your eyes. Wherever you blink them, a river dries. _ |
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#702 | I am the Voltage of Leaf Miller. So off course just-like sand. With even a map to Lady Worth. Somehow comedy closed my hand. _ |
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#703 | Symbols harm no souls like wonder. Fused and lit but thrown no thunder. Where in hand only knowledge measures. Like casualties their wrong forevers. _ |
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#704 | To harm as less a season. The best dressed days were why. The crime of rest for reason. Chance to equal I passed by. _ |
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#705 | I've lived my life in one city. Which is too many to count with glees. And like the way I've known all cities. I've known you by all trees. _ |
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#706 | You see that empty chair right there. That's the man I was. Please don't laugh too loud or soft. The man I was might love. _ |
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#707 | Baseball stories tell us what you-retired. If-you speak of the physical then you're fired. Just recruit a "director" not like himself. We crave information not a render-server's stealth. _ |
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#708 | That's what poets call. The fear of pressing the button. Who'll grow up today. And publish the rights to nothin? _ |
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#709 | An illusion that I would love for. Of a song I would never sing. Needs a vacancy for my fracture. Do you have such a nothing thing? _ |
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#710 | Apartment desk sitter with flute on balcony. Playing only five notes once per week. Heard by an apartment desk sitter wishing. She could also deep. _ |
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#711 | Doctor, what WORLD did this? I'm on the waterfront asking. How do blankets feel from new? Stuffed, clean blank and lasting. _ |
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#712 | Somewhere there beside the action. Two leers behind the acquiesce. Loft in the garden of main distraction. I'm hoping they build their finesse. _ |
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#713 | Like a bird in love with a cell phone. My eyes must show false glee. At the stare where men must be unknown. I leave quatrains for thee. _ |
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#714 | How sinned is the heart when torn. Ten thousand times a day. Coward like the fate of warm. The mind's eye won't obey. _ |
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#715 | You know those riddles of worlds. That only pillows have heard. I chime like the wind where important begins. And hide where unspokens converge. _ |
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#716 | At the center of everyone's hurricane. Is a story so slow we would weep. But no one has ever been there. For fear of the storms we greet. _ |
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#717 | Please forgive me when I reach for change. I know I should move faster than stop or pause. But the distance needs faith and the years need arrange. When you're moving at speeds of operas. _ |
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#718 | She norms by golden counteract. The less of her would seem. With beaut force and diamond thought. The woman for me must dream. _ |
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#719 | Contestant one, do you have anything to-say. Yes. I want to say "it's flashlight season". Spotlight on the black-lamb top bunk resting. Hidden among "several" quilts and reasons. _ |
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#720 | Deep in the recesses of time's eyes. A curve curves or a line lines. Maybe it changes each asked for rhyme. And mere darkness darks or mere shine shines. _ |
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