The Ladder
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#211 | I am in love with the rests' of songs. Meaning just ok, but magnificent. I can't conduct zero, when it wants somes. Her semiquaver speaks clear of junctions. _ |
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#212 | All I want is the loneliness. From the ideas as lips as eyes. And conversations wearing the inspirations. And the sweetness black coffee hides. _ |
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#213 | Can a simple thing be who. As simple as the at. As tiny as an inconclusion. Yet two worlds fit through that. _ |
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#214 | A Woman wearing a gold necklace looking down. At many dirty pots and pans in a sink. Why do schizotypals isolate. You blink. _ |
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#215 | The phone Michelle? Margaret phone me? I am Vogued within the dark-without. Is there an easier way to command employees? Well there's always a depth of eyes remote. _ |
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#216 | I would be grateful if we cut that out. But as people we knew we had to test. To see if we could keep smiling. With household appliances on our chests. _ |
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#217 | Frozen commands. Don't know the things we crave. So how can we start. Naturally loving days. _ |
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#218 | It's not by stature or envelope. That knowledge is held by teams. Dear song time ago and your single spark. Can I watch you and fill my dreams. _ |
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#219 | In my wobbly apartment building. Where I talk as far as Emily. I search for my lost party shoe. On the floors braced to my family. _ |
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#220 | In the language, of digital cameras. A pixel is a metaphor. Which means within, poetic brains. We wash our screens with never more. _ |
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#221 | I haven't seen any restraints yet. Get loud? What should I do, if I've been finger marked? Cool Aid and watch the DJ play line dances. But hang on, this is her best storm; Finances. _ |
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#222 | Near the subatomic scale they grow. The who is following who. And way above the planetary scale. They harvest the me nearing you. _ |
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#223 | Oh gosh what's "a voice to say". "In his heart", is Mem Orray. Stunned as if Montana was. Her egg shell white each day. _ |
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#224 | That man has Jack. Stuck in him like a knife. And that was just one card. Let's see, if the card fits. Bear-wolf, Cancer-door. Nope. Can't-serve him anymore. _ |
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#225 | As ordered as the chestnut tree. Stored at bay by squirrel in sockets. A world kept just the way it should. As coins within my pockets. _ |
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#226 | Precious Neural Roman Benches. Scattered throughout my mind. Where I can rest far long enough. May I please quest her rhyme. _ |
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#227 | I don't think I'd like some extra burden. We're not talking babies here. Just-watch-this. Where couples together hang their cupboards. A journey is just enough of-wish. _ |
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#228 | But today has-told me allot today. Eagles fly like ducks. My stove range worships the best schematic. And bets "aboves" on me for luck. _ |
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#229 | That same way mirrors look like silver. But also, exactly, recreate the game. Any lies or truths, you might hear from me. Deflect my homely effort to wane. _ |
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#230 | Do you know, that I spoke to Dan today? He woke a scientist. "How can there be the abled"? I bested him. How can cobble taste the stable? _ |
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#231 | The last tent. And now it lets the rain through. I baked her some bread filled with what she can't do. Everyone wants to know what sounds so great. If she never paints her words I'll wait. _ |
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#232 | A female standing in a massive tent. With massive gears for her sans intent. A male visitor to her massive Telescope. Her hands offering him a Cantaloupe. _ |
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#233 | I would like to win, for the wind. For its sadness, that goes through trees. The mind is such a sad-less wing. That why smiles, if dust recedes. _ |
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#234 | Do you see the tails where the birds are? Wash your muscles in-case of shuffling. I feel so-helpless I have cleaning equipment. And all they-have is ruffling. _ |
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#235 | Of all the anagrams that bother-me. Part-two never unfurls into love-your-self. As much as green growing in all-gardens. Would anagram to each button-mouse. _ |
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#236 | Would you like to see my art. I own a five pixel camera. Five symbols is all it takes. And lonely folds the drama. _ |
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#237 | Of all the styles among inactions. I sadly-choose quatrains so wilfully. Because our world does not need poetry. Only quotability. _ |
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#238 | I think I became small today. So it's traditional to wear my uniform. Sun dust sparkles, within a darkness. Are "saluting" to my lesser, hello-storm. _ |
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#239 | Known as where the crickets shy. Where fame is the least of man's. I'm above within below the din. Wondering if you have plans. _ |
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#240 | Today I mourned, that conversation. True friends keep deep inside. Because they know, our hibernation. Would never match their stride. _ |
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