to try this mechanism of freedom.
"the trees slow sway to divert the devil mans heat "
Tells her wrinkles,
mayby its wrong.
destroyed his dirty grave. So noons ever scince
the clever trade
I became what I didn't see.
if you depress your interests
Dissenting the role of points
of foam and light and speed and crimes.
along the tree line
so tired meek flighty firm nothing and burned...
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