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Pigeon toed llama elks traverse the spiral road of 90 whiplashes into the fragmented forest below, whimpering a ritual tone poem with one eye clasped behind their backs. A drone bell clamps the air, fresh and belly laced, cementing love inside a funnel of nosegay luggage.
WHILE IN THE MIDST OF BLUE BUBBLING LIQUID CABINET
Soul - fire in the year 1.
SIXTEEN TIMES, LESIONS OF HOBBLING CANDLEWAX SPRINT
ONLY THEN A TWINE-COLLARED TIGER DRESSED IN MARBLE LEAPS TWICE,