The Ladder
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#2281 | I admire your stillness. How like an unknown lake. But would a ripple be so bad. Those words of friendship sake. _ |
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#2282 | Have you ever walked by an open office. And wondered if it's alright to be sad? There's this large building shaped like a woman. In my dreams that is always wearing grey plaid. _ |
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#2283 | Women are like. How gravity's there. You forget that they hold you. And the alternatives scare. _ |
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#2284 | A middle aged prince in a clearing. Looking up at nothing near. A middle aged princess in an atrium. Holding something dear. _ |
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#2285 | I want to grow up and be unimportant. Unimportant like the sea. And lift no danger higher than quotient. Divide by lift my tea. _ |
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#2286 | A poster calendar of extinct animals. Once upon a man's work desk. Holding a squid in the palm of his hand. Worrying about the perplex. _ |
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#2287 | Then to find a wishful world. And the heavens make you seek. Turning the channel fifty times. Whenever you search for meek. _ |
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#2288 | Excitements pop up everywhere. Good and bad repairs. And like the fireworks of trees. Rue voice true burst of errs. _ |
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#2289 | Dreaming is nothing but thinking. And that answers every question we had. And the difference between knowing and not knowing. Is the difference between happy and fad. _ |
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#2290 | A woman mountain climber sleeping. While hanging from her newest strong ropes. Admiring magazines on display at a book store. That's as brave as I'll hang from your hopes. _ |
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#2291 | A very pale thin blonde. Looks out the plain of a window. Where only in my mildest dreams. I've heard of such a signal. _ |
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#2292 | Divorce is a quiet moment. As immeasurable as half a love. That I always water with half a tear. At first shut-up, with needs more was. _ |
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#2293 | I wonder why we dream. They must mean something. The lightning bolt asked. When it's core bent hunting. _ |
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#2294 | A hillbilly holding his false two front teeth. Getting ready to go to the mall. If only roses turn his head. Then why would he need them all. _ |
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#2295 | Many swamp amphibians. On route together across dry land. A metal eagle sculpture with coarse meshed wings. Poised to take flight or stand. _ |
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#2296 | You know those lapse of never time. Where you don't know a second hand exists. Well turn right there at that never wrong. And that's where the bland get kissed. _ |
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#2297 | Box of frozen fish hidden below floor. Bottle of cooking oil retrieved from the trash. Cup of coffee knocked over on counter. And a compass so I look out right glass. _ |
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#2298 | Where the lilies turn to morrows. There the week fields lay. And elevens only stand in morals. Where the meek deals day. _ |
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#2299 | A teddy bear being bull dosed. Among garbage on a perfect beach. Let's raise a toast and mourn in silence. For the pressures caused by speech. _ |
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#2300 | I could have minded my own business. Like she did that to you. Right there, why so much? I'm the Robin's egg, it's true. _ |
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#2301 | All the characters from starwars in a lifeboat. On dry land in their second life. The dollar has force. And the friends have nice. _ |
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#2302 | A rat wearing a gas mask rooting through garbage. Next to a sleeping bag loud. Hi tech low tech apple cow worm cow. At the bend in life we proud. _ |
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#2303 | You can all, see him daddy. He did, while you were just sitting there. While I'm trying to clean up this box. I'll have one forty, equal, fair. _ |
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#2304 | Attractiveness is a fickle lean. Reading all the directions it fonts. Which explains how every had him seems. To be as distant as the distance wants. _ |
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#2305 | You get killed in today's odd paper. Hurry write this down. You get crazy of course it is. Don't think, you did, no sound. _ |
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#2306 | How like a race track are the walls of hate. Drive wrong and you feel their cue. Show them your choices to demonstrate. They'll know balance even though they're crude. _ |
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#2307 | Fortune and unfair with just enough Moon. No one should want that much room. For whenever it comes to something like that. There's nothing behind me, I'm a robot perhaps. _ |
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#2308 | A man and woman with zero expressions. And no place to go. Relationships glued by regression. Stimulation needed throws. _ |
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#2309 | Nor angry bee with bad teeth throwing cigarette. That lands on lost envelope under curtain. Nor the way the accidental grin is made. From lost days of being certain. _ |
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#2310 | He doesn't know what this is. Definitely him snow dry skin. Capacitance especially, nothing lives. Tricky that he tried instinct stalking grim. _ |
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