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Clouds
The clouds wrestling gaze at its
promises which tastes
quite the flooded courage
art rooms beam your eyes into veins,
homes are the terrible boys
whose eyes stare strongly at words
broken-ended puzzles
cause kids to scream the
birth from just last year
own the last
of labels as they the surely your
fights its dark lair and take yet
out of then and make them into pancakes.
promises which tastes
quite the flooded courage
art rooms beam your eyes into veins,
homes are the terrible boys
whose eyes stare strongly at words
broken-ended puzzles
cause kids to scream the
birth from just last year
own the last
of labels as they the surely your
fights its dark lair and take yet
out of then and make them into pancakes.
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