spurious concomital and loverly
she’s a good boy no matter what he’s our
you cannot be everywhere besides de-
votion resume you are only the places
where I be both tired of the obvious
and invigorate arrive in us arrive in
us temper tiny honesty arrive
not unbuttoning I thought I was dying
point the dog seeking shade in the corner
for the sake of forsaking for forsook
a girder we fashioned from our teeth
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