A beginning to half of what i plan to achieve,
He currently falls for shoulder bare pains
never to offer up guts by a bridge or swallow spoonfuls
of spontaneity,
or climb peaks with teeth for ice picks
to reach the beginning of our gauge
of a second language
but staying all for nothing but
flower creases, and cake pan overflows
lower end of the totem pole
single file manerisums
jeting out the finger tips
pleasing a baby none the less,




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