The Ladder
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#2251 | That glass there. Deformed so near the nightstand. If I ever look-that fightened. It's by the hand that took the less-than. _ |
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#2252 | But I have new insight. Fragrance in her hair. Absent there for hours-I-get it. The beauty of her-stare. _ |
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#2253 | Agent Lisbon. After-her. Cargo pants and all. When-heard, it sounds so magical. "The Tiger and the Wall". _ |
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#2254 | Like roses in the Klondike. That Klingon's hold so dear. Pandora holds my head from shivers. And acclimates my "beer". _ |
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#2255 | Specialties. On your mark. Rope and so much game. Julie, shine your pirouette. And Romeo, your-fame. _ |
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#2256 | But I have left that ring. Commercials also-might as well. Dancing to that flickering light. Stars must never yell. _ |
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#2257 | Where is this-boxcar going. Is it near Satin-Sheet's-Dispair. Where rolling thunder will never "out deep". A head asleep in cares. _ |
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#2258 | Officer "Wheelie"? Will it be ready? Will it run on steam. No. Everything has another reason. This-head turns to lean. _ |
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#2259 | Because the random does not skate. I'll never speak to tree. And because the shadow does not leap. My lust shall never ski. _ |
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#2260 | The walls make up a rabid room. Nothing to offer twice. Solemn being the distant howl. No negatives ever nice. _ |
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#2261 | My bills are skinny. My pills are few. Would that be just enough? To warble in the reeds of giving. No, that's not near pre-nup. _ |
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#2262 | Learn to the highest stacks and bow. A ladder was my curse. To the end of section Be. My fingers almost thirst. _ |
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#2263 | Impressively learned upon a hassle. That was the thirty shame. The row across the dirty moat. No trust must ever wane. _ |
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#2264 | Kindly sir return the duck. Let go the course of stone. Algebra is the only heaven. That forgot my use of throne. _ |
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#2265 | Time the mission by the cue. An albatross in sight. And turn the pages Beverly. Ahoy that dearest light. _ |
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#2266 | Like the shoes I wore at one. That listed to and fro. And in a glance to starboard once. What I became has show. _ |
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#2267 | Question question question three. I'll gently stop to name. Yes I think we have that book. Of someone else's pain. _ |
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#2268 | The nature of earth and a universe. Always knows why men react. It continually unsharpens their metaphors. But I have no allergy to that. _ |
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#2269 | Sea has no time for non friends. As only I have time for tea. If towards lure shadows I cast a spite. Key has no time for me. _ |
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#2270 | Think about your next hiccup. Focus on it inside your chest. The next one just won't happen. My gift for you to test. _ |
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#2271 | Creativity and mental illness. The magnifying glass to the ants. Let's raise a toast as wide as wellness. To the elbows then let's chance. _ |
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#2272 | Tone's paintings are very quiet. Like poise when you count the moon. You almost hear each painting's decision. Like when should you say it's noon. _ |
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#2273 | I have a favorite color. It's called let the women decide. It looks very good in any light. And if done wrong uncrys. _ |
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#2274 | I'll try not to speak among unchoices. In the grave yard of the jeers. Where I'll stand and fill with spokens. Flowers no one wants to hear. _ |
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#2275 | To agree and to disagree. Without splitting their tactics. To comprehend without knowing. Without combining their drastics. _ |
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#2276 | A bull in water between Archie comics. And a seriousness between the ears. Laughs for two on a balcony grew. When lightning disturbed the years. _ |
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#2277 | To change your mind must seem so hard. To keep it safe from breeze. And throw a hate away were thus. The chain that needs no key. _ |
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#2278 | Who supports who has concerned me late. But I've never seen an atom lie. That's the kind of thing you learn in school. The lesser heard the greater cry. _ |
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#2279 | The art of an artist is their real bio. If it's simple then so was their strife. They would pick discovers sure as pick their colors. And mix choices sure as they would mix life. _ |
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#2280 | Everything we do with life. Is our message from the grave. Standing upright from eternity. That's a pen that's brave. _ |
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