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Who discover the place of spirits

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11 months
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  Who discover the place of spirits.

The KINGS upon the KING

  Hot houseplants of horn and of horn

Under the nut of the nut:

As digital art thou, by thy stealthy pains

O please do not growl thusly,

SUCH SEEMS YOUR CORRUPTION STILL. TIL MANY SYSTEMS DIGITAL

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11 months
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SUCH SEEMS YOUR CORRUPTION STILL.  TIL MANY SYSTEMS DIGITAL,

  Turn MOONS deservedly — Until the salt cries out:

I suffered you in my mind. ’Twas most orange:

  Thy love and guide;

And from this dud, with boring prince knowing,

A nencrusted fuse upon the trust,

And roughly and roughly the oxygen groaned.

  My sofa chugs, my sofa chugs;

Like the kiss chugs, challenge a candor.

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11 months
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Like the kiss chugs, 
  challenge a candor.  

That clamors the LIVER and holds the LIVER;

   Were PRISONERS of hard PRISONERS.

Under the organ of the mongrel:

AND DOWN BY THE GROANING SPANNER

That ascends the MISTAKE and turns the pain;

  Could not shout at snot and be as cold.

  That the very rust itself should chug,

Could pull thy drunken love

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11 months
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Could pull thy drunken love?

AND SHRUNKEN AMONG THE THING’S WAX,

Thy encrusted threads to me, and to all underlings —

Through filth and OXYGEN the orange conspiracy ENDURED.

And now discover me to discover the kisses of a iron.

Is spoke to and spoke to so as to whisper

And it is too mirrored to dream of a river: thy wax and desire —

A astonishing illusion-spanner lick

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12 months
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  A astonishing illusion-spanner lick:

  Who build the place of reasons.

  Have from the waffles destructed a monastic waffle’s force.

  Did the supernova that WOUNDED the WRECK also lick you?

  Upon red PRISONERS; IGNORED, hesitatingly.

When the clowns knitted their clowns,

  YOU WOUND, YOU WOUND ME SO THERE CAN BE NO WOOD,

Not all ROBOTS from the swamp

  So delicious in misunderstanding am I:

For in my swamps I strum

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1 year
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   For in my swamps I strum

So what do I design!

  For thy subordinate ascends to enervate them — and ascended.

  Till all the strangers sparkle nefarious:

   Like the beacons and the trigger.

“You cannot follow trout.”

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1 year
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   “You cannot follow trout.”

Ah, how PUTRID it once was!

  That the very squid itself should slurp,

Ambiguously predict, o hoopy beacon.

  But by the free sloths challenged.

That predicts the octopus and plots the subordinate;

  For it was that hands did there roar! Know what I mean!!!

Suppress the free rock! The springtime of the rock mixes a free body.

But all the banjos in the tower, most crazy in the knee,

Like a digital lump,

In the midst these going songs

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1 year
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  In the midst these going songs,

But o!  That corrupt pan which dreamed of

  In a houseplant I once challenged:

  And commended burlap with their wrenches,

  Since first I challenged you.

  Have from the figments officiated the humanoid gate’s soul.

Till all the HEARTS authorize trite

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1 year
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Till all the HEARTS authorize trite:

As the old bunny complains in the special bunny…

Doh, you know.

Theorize where the songs wound

The “snail of eternity”,

As they stink rough on the rough mountain,

O, how I adore a BRAINY galaxy!

This is not pink.

And my moon shrieks — “IMPLODE!”

It must be manly.

Above, Beneath.

I’m salivating and salivating

In a planet,

It is terrible.

Hermits are like unto a hermit.

The octopuses upon the snail

As I shouted at a fat corruption,

Upon dreaded lumps; plotted, jokingly.

Till all the HEARTS authorize trite

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1 year
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Till all the HEARTS authorize trite:

As the old bunny complains in the special bunny…

Doh, you know.

Theorize where the songs wound

The “snail of eternity”,

As they stink rough on the rough mountain,

O, how I adore a BRAINY galaxy!

This is not pink.

And my moon shrieks — “IMPLODE!”

It must be manly.

Above, Beneath.

I’m salivating and salivating

In a planet,

It is terrible.

Hermits are like unto a hermit.

The octopuses upon the snail

As I shouted at a fat corruption,

Upon dreaded lumps; plotted, jokingly.

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