The Ladder
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#2221 | A woman's strong mean boyfriend. Blowing bubble gum against your face. New men with ten foot shoes. Pointing fingers at dawn one pace. _ |
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#2222 | Do not make me happy please. Nor sadness I'll become. On a tinny mood swing so small. A flower weighs a tun. _ |
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#2223 | Who holds who among enemies. In sharing eyes not far. To this I toast you dully. May we all be what we are. _ |
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#2224 | A sheep straddling fence. Running along near wall. I'm sorry city I cannot dance. I only go far as mall. _ |
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#2225 | Dare to teach the sun a lesson, and hide in the freezing cold. Let the be world teach you gently, or by its sting be told. To whet oh pliable soul. _ |
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#2226 | A will that would of touch a said. If wish its only need. To be at odds with shadow's light. Old struggles inside of me. _ |
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#2227 | Of all the ways to record a football game. Or keep a diary to stitch what seems. I present to you in these walls. Art from lucid dreams. _ |
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#2228 | I would give a kiss to know. Why our centers turns so slow. I would live a wish to throw. Why the gentler am we stow. _ |
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#2229 | Since truth is darkness and love is bright. And revision is a weight not fight. Like our judicial choices are made up from grabs. And details are made up from spite. _ |
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#2230 | In love of life no splinter grows. And quatrains are the pain for those. Where within the smart of my never art. True enjoyment flows in droves. _ |
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#2231 | Man seated on large front steps thinking. With pope in rocking chair behind hymn. There are two worlds that sing a man. Where he's going and where he's been. _ |
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#2232 | By tangles and knots. How my universe strings. Could your universe love me. Oh know knot again. _ |
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#2233 | Like when you're on a desert. And someone's on a dune. Chance is good they are nice. But what's their chance of youn. _ |
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#2234 | Please break up with me on a rainy day. And meet me under a tree. So when it hurts and I can not breath. You'll hear the rain not me. _ |
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#2235 | I'm sorry I forgot to phone you. I painted myself into a corner. I call it lower half of woman crouching. Holding photo of tiger before her. _ |
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#2236 | Gray silhouettes of man and woman free falling. In fetal positions seven feet apart. Excuse me miss are you falling alone. May I please share this art. _ |
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#2237 | I own a single bed. And you own a double. I see the hardest part of this. Is going to be the cuddle. _ |
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#2238 | I stared at the phone for fifteen hours. It's been fifteen years since that day. Now I know the tearful truth. You can't dial a phone that way. _ |
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#2239 | Please don't speak to me in words. Please point at the average with wrong. And there among so many rights. Only the reason might song. _ |
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#2240 | When I close my eyes I can see anything. My soul starves not during that while. But I opened my mind to travel like flowers. And I stopped here to drink from your smile. _ |
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#2241 | Have you ever looked at a dreary day. And suddenly it stayed that way. So I'm taking a survey can you answer please. Which is better a or d's? _ |
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#2242 | A snail appears so slow. But oh how fast it is. To take from life at such a rate. And just as fast it gives. _ |
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#2243 | Potatoes on that arm. Riddled with puppet. And fashioned to the linen door. Oh please oh thorn not yet. _ |
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#2244 | Of raven and of albatross. Height becomes a man of soup. Beleaguered to ingest the prose. Of a library's truth. _ |
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#2245 | As I can be an actor. A stage can be my wet. As normalized as distant cloves. Oh how-thus gleams this set. _ |
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#2246 | Act one has arisen. Where three will not suit plain. To the tune of Captain's Clover. Or was that just my written aim. _ |
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#2247 | Alright agent Lisbon. Do not talk about "this". You and I are off-to the races. I-hear Candle Glow might-fifth. _ |
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#2248 | The head that bounces. Let-me go. To talk and put-me in her lap. Hungry Hungry Hippo. My ears that never quack. _ |
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#2249 | So height and no arrests. In the closet light. There the moths know what they're doing. Torturing the night. _ |
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#2250 | Nearing RoGaine State. Do you want-to. The timelines are the trouble. Where is that ageing pillow. I've never heard of stubble. _ |
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