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From leering heights I stole a glance at perpetuity. Looking past the spotlight pall and drawing on a stickly whim, half my calm finesse wound left in uttered senseless probings. Little in the fall of time.

Half past noon, fallopian distraction, possibly a riddle of mimeographed proportions. The wind strolled by.

A canary announced your arrival. As the circumspect discretion of a curving phrase, lingering in tepid sunlight, a soft smile.





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