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How can I blot out all the empty white? Reconcile your lines with mine. In this frame that we both share, your shape is bent to squares.
Coast to coast swaying to fake out the sun rising just to get my turn. Your glow looked like a melting egg: Squint to apprehend.
One more dream—wading through a frozen pond. I'm searching for your kind response. I fell but you held out your hand. What a funny game!
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