love of its turn

where it takes

and how tore

and then it was

nothing

and how it dazed

moving

and its own engine

and where it felt the motor

of the heart

did it become the scene

and how it watered the feeling

and where it was the

coming and its own travel

and how it was the

door and what the knob of the jewel

and its own

rewards

and where it lead

toward the sky

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one way at it

whom  said it was control

and how it was the feeling

and where it was stood

and how it felt

and then it came along

and how it danced

and its own  meaning

and nothing was at all

and how it tied

and where it stood

and then it felt the lense

and its own outcome

and how it felt the control

and its proper context

and its own running

and where it came upon

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places and space

how it  seems

and the wave of the way

and how it takes

and then things

and how it becomes and its own

seeing and how it is all join

and what does it seem to be know

and what it must have heard

and then it danced

and how it sparks

and what it would rather

and something as to being heard

and how it forecast

and how it breathes and its own

noise

 

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october 24

finally past the sky

and where it had all landed

and for the coming

and its own time

and what it must have believed

and how it sung

and how it fast

and then it took a door

and its own ears by the other side

and how it feels

and where it wants

and then it was the pile

and how high it got

and what it endured

and its own news

 

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nights we are sleeping

how everything goes wrong

an the past of the part

and where are your yesterday

and how it said

and where it came upon

and how it was the temptation

and its own being in the mental dark

and yet it was the light

where it was the best source

of allowing energy

and its own going waves

and how it said something

and it meant everything

beauty into its own rest of the eyes

 

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thursday off mirror

saw another day

and how it ran into a stare

and where it was the door

and how it all closed

and where it was the return

and how it took

and then it was the feeling

and how the next day

was sitting in the wings

and where it does all the same

and how it felt and reflected the amazement

and all it could and should be

that frame of mind

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new with life

where  you been

and how it all started

read like a book

and how it sometimes feels

and then it turned backwards

and how it  chased

and its own doors

and it got the feeling

and where it went

to the notice

and whom it called

and its own aware

and how it

escapes and its own

change of pace

and thus it was the

current

and its own

rather be

and feel a new time

 

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october for you

where it  sees

many colors in the wind

and how it caught

the suggestion

and how it  felt

that it

made a corner turn

and how it watched

and when it was the

choice

and how it returned

and how it said

and then it was

the round about and how it

says and then it was the

turning and where it said of the

current and how it explains

 

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dropping film

what is the picture of the time

and how it came into being

and where it said

and how it was so often heard

knew

and what it wanted

and then it stepped

and it was posing

and how it was closing time

turning and how it

kept a feeling

and what it said

and how it hustled and it went

those are the circles

and its own

being

and best finale

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empty head

don’t always long to think

only if space in the sky

could be in the mind

and how it was

the stars that circled

and how it was the

turn and its own events

and where it was

the currnt

and how it said

the thoughts

and how it moved on

and where it said

those captains and its own ships

and how it  felt

and how it was

a turn and its own

pinpoint

 

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