different rooms tossed in midnight slipped hands forward moon leafing through light escaped pages toward fire hydrants of loss when things go wrong down an inescapable avenue walking barefooted and drunken like a zombie shrunken under the crackling of foreign hands painted brightly zero'd in crotchwise
momentum indented slanted in sexual hyperbola or else fragmented or else or elsie she's been acting kinda funny lately i'd rather not listen closely groping seconds pessimistic unrest distressed
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