You got cost effective at
dawn and my brothers woke me, lace
curtains hanging from their
beards intact. I woke up a yesstore,
a treasury feat on
invitation, the glept in the wound somewhat
admired. I told her heaven
was in beakers, she heard time, but
could not hear his inverse
suppressant and bacteria. I got tired
and love lost took me to
breakfast. Inside a shallow frequency I
remanced, remapped, regained.
Now retrain rebrain, the
petals moving as the haunted eye
shut pike lives on through
infantisize and people die due to
lack of nonsense.
Nicolee Ferris
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