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or thoughts on adjacent buildings
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a pulvinated frieze would ask
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where are my extra wings
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when there were 21 hours in a day
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and write out rights and asks
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rapport of a bipedal chassis
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yawning empty haze of corners
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teetering carbon paper refrain
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did the night end again
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forgetting fish tank cities
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ginger’s other place
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forgotten chamfered hat
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when our toes asked the questions
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importune walls abound new faces
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a machine to slow-motion the world
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three-quarter coffee, fingers and polygons
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storefront glass checkmate
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blue escapes a firm mint
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not an oubliette
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unfoot the beribboned