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#661    On the night I saw a faint Morse code.
From far beyond a spider's thread.
I discerned that signals carry power.
Because power only carries dread.
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#662    Benny did-you eat the stairs.
Where is that beetle in thee.
It's called a waR-Mat.
It's "terrible" tingles in me.
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#663    The greatest things there are to see.
Are made visible by observations.
The way the heavens own no light.
Or return key constellations.
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#664    Sip. Do it again. Lie down.
And bet some honey on that toaster.
She-has inner-eyes this big, that hot measure.
And we both know he will coaster.
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#665    A world that moves so fast outside.
Tires a seek inside so slow.
The anyway my idea escapes.
My inner eye must go.
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#666    Does my inner candle.
Cast shadows on my cell.
Or does wind and castle.
Cast shadows on my shell.
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#667    To know friends by their predicaments.
All choices are beauty when froze.
Standing farther than lonely beside them.
As silence unblissed earning chose.
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#668    Look at that pay dirt. That's what
I've been saying. I'm surprised it
has no internet. Try and talk about
that without playing.
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#669    Try not to speak rice of America.
The only way to go.
Dancers in the blinding snow.
The deep earth-anchored nightclub table woes.
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#670    I love our minds and how we think.
And how thoughts are hills and wavy.
But there's something missing I'm not sure what.
Like perhaps there's not enough of maybe.
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#671    And all throughout thoughts I guessed so.
Tired is-that sound most likely.
That there must be enough traffic somewhere.
That knows your character slightly.
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#672    Without pressure only desire.
Is there such an iron forged.
Refined by never known admire.
Steel bars my mind calls yours.
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#673    No deal nor should has yet impede.
What is swirled by the power of wants.
As rhymely small as the heard indeed.
Is the unstoppable returned response.
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#674    But I was old.
And by glimmers named.
We only say good morning.
On thought rivers tamed.
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#675    To-learn to speak, don't ask any questions.
Like how Friday "has" a special message tone.
Where castles have a place for rusted-bicycles.
She stops feeling well by phone.
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#676    We must've. But i didn't inform them.
Left leg? What is that? Is that anything like a state.
Actually you are doing something. But I won't.
We have less than seconds to gate.
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#677    I own this one. All barnacles before a foe.
I said never. Very sadly so.
With each "dash" banishing "words" from poems.
Time to date. Chargers up. No loans.
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#678    Behold the dafidills with linger.
For as long as we can think.
And measure time from thumb to finger.
And mind as wide as blink.
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#679    Oh come on, you're not going to offend.
The excuse is in being challenged to heal terribly.
Hmm. I think I look like that.
Are they going to pick me up and bury me.
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#680    Converting circles into squares.
Requires every-triangle side that shows.
The mind of men, hurt in golden moulds.
If you intrude on that, hide glows.
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#681    As never say good morning man.
I fight for all terms unsung.
Ideas so small they have no voice.
Yet every man points at one.
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#682    They are, two anguishes of angel hair close now.
To solving a question once and for all.
If they could just stop the train of circumference.
Turning phantom as its track becomes small.
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#683    Silent centers move so slowly.
They hardly move at all.
So bravely in a room of talkers.
I see silent centers crawl.
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#684    Join me for coffee in the best frontier.
Where no place has greater depths.
Testing our souls to points of tear.
Siting on our front steps.
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#685    She would have to be lonely.
On her street that dead ends.
To find me before morning.
On her crosswalk of friends.
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#686    Then when no one sees you.
Shine night through seven days.
Where there's pensive trace a lark.
And you've made poetrays.
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#687    Kiss the door. And then we go down.
Whatever you want. Except what hello heard.
Asking questions. I say yes.
It just so happens. I hear the "groceries bird."
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#688    Argue with someone for what they do.
Or direction their words might lean.
My favorite armament though has no who.
They can't argue with what you dream.
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#689    You would know me less by near.
Nor I should kiss for disappear.
How shadows twine thyn revery bright.
My heart a bulb you give one thought each night.
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#690    And when she crushed his heart making.
Every unknown science agree.
The lowest decibel was nearly recorded.
When an un-moist quark lost she.
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