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The breeze. The breeze!
friedMnoodle

I don't see, I hear what is heard
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as said, and all truth
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is truth vanquished with every unfurled
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word. Tongue flapping out.
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The breeze. The breeze!
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You have said to me a sorry,
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I have caught it in my headlights, swerved.
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Drunk a glass of wine,
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and thought I was on fire.
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And roughly, soundly, smoothly
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I have brought to you my lips
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and uttered nothing.
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Severed us from truth, us;
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now like tongues tasting
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sweet freedom.
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31 Mar 08

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amazing.
grazing on the grass of glorious poetry.
 — unknown

Ah Mr. Shifter, perhaps it is true that where you once had a heart is now but a globular mass.
for sure, for sure.

goodnight my good tinman.

-limpy.
 — unknown

I guess you guys are even more limp than my perpetually limp dick.
 — friedMnoodle

Yep, i guessed right.
 — friedMnoodle

...and the wind cries mary...
...joseph...and jesus freaks...

tasty severe truth savored...
togue-to-toungue never
wanting to be severed...
: )
 — fractalcore

glorious!
 — fried2noodle

burp
 — unknown

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