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I love "that's" words
and the flickering word order
index finger to determine of identity
I follow with my eyes impacts of pronouns
sketching speaker figure
overpaying overtimes to metaphors
dissolved in the oxymorons
try seasonable accents
synchronize by spin
to polish self internal surface
I put my substantiation in the subjects
the eclectic synesthesia
suggestive predicate into the objective abstract
I hurt the participles
exhausted with passive shapes
we are waking with verbs
stepped up with stairs
I'm excepting the rule
revoking to the echo
it sounds like silence
Silently I am smuggling the meanings
eating out the middles of them
wheezing and stinking in the tropes








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