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The Ladder
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| #91 | Started to lock in! Well excuse me! Well he can! New relation-ship huh? Are you buying, a towel plan? _ |
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| #92 | There it goes, pure guidance! Avalanche talking snow. Heavenly made, pure science. Rocketing all we know. _ |
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| #93 | Hold on! There's Justin Timberlake. As actual as a nose. He writes bread! And I'm dead! Oh god let's pray for toes. _ |
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| #94 | Then it starts, and the room starts changing. Heaven in repose. Forget what dust has told you. Talking fuels prose. _ |
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| #95 | Forget the lust. The river chose. Daddies are made by vroom! And sparkles! are showing on the counter! Neptune is my moon. _ |
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| #96 | Have you ever seen a dark as fumes? I believe that might be home. That silver lining must be loons. Guidance take me known. _ |
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| #97 | Let us talk all day of arts, and as so tea must steam. While lesser known the finer starts, our hearts we fill like cream. _ |
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| #98 | And so it was there was stipulation, and not a train was lost. And above each tie in an endless sky, blew a mist of possible frost. _ |
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| #99 | Here is a token of that greatest gift, it's worth a million homes. Familiarity the most precious sift, and where we keep our knowns. _ |
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| #100 | Notice how all songs are long, and notice how friends are free. Notice how all men are flawed, but please don't notice me. _ |
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| #101 | You only need to have one eye, which I counted and worth living grew. And just when heaven filled my heart, I realized you have two. _ |
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| #102 | Said the fiddle to the violin, I love it when they break my strings. Said the violin to the fiddle, I cry when their silence sings. _ |
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| #103 | And then lots of horses moving slowly, eye blinks two days long. My thoughts of you are in perfect light, forty eons still no wrong. _ |
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| #104 | There's not one place to go, where there's not a corner brook. For how could time litmus hardship, if not by the rhyme mistook. _ |
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| #105 | We shall never see a man, have self knowledge without a fan. For any men who lived in barrels, no approval was the worst of perils. _ |
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| #106 | No hand held out sideways over a brook testing air, to feel what trees fall upon reason's softer. Uncared within one never been there, is all a universe has to offer. _ |
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| #107 | Looking at life through a gyroscope, balanced on your finger. Divinity in a pause for hope, the same way glances linger. _ |
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| #108 | Where is that diner where we can order deep, and ask for the truest depth of man. Where fire and spark believe long enough to mark, and flourishment becomes sit or stand. _ |
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| #109 | When eyes of potatoes look inward each night, they always contemplate their true meaning of life. That expiry dates are printed illegibly on purpose, to pass laws near a world's un-nice. _ |
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| #110 | I saw a shadow try to hide you today, but you moved so the shadow retracted. Every force of life in its own weird way, has tried to be that much attractive. _ |
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| #111 | Did you know hubcaps are just as round as wheels, it's a mystery that eludes my eye. Oh and would you please be my girlfriend, there's a reason but I don't know why. _ |
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| #112 | If all atoms were just solar systems, where would I choose to live. I would travel farther than clever knows, to be in her tear of give. _ |
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| #113 | Could you please tell me your coordinates, are you currently fast or slow? Meek or angry, thoughtful or active, let's kiss and I will know. _ |
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| #114 | How about we just trust what the experts learn, and look deep into the unknown frost. Like complex and simple in the explainable pimple, undivided till the truth had cost. _ |
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| #115 | How do you speak in numbers, and are words such awful names. Notes dropped to soldier five floors down, intercepted by woman down one stare gains. _ |
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| #116 | The murmur in the darkest sum, that is the way of finding thee. The mirror of the blocked by none, that is the curse of rarity. _ |
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| #117 | Have you seen the indescribable? I think it might be near the din's unhideable. And maybe almost where humans find, their major moments of never mind. _ |
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| #118 | There the wind has never seasons, and the sun is gold from proud. Tears grow from guarded reasons, where feel torns are allowed. _ |
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| #119 | Only tiniest joys and tiniest sorrows, can fit unto the warm of hearth. And wandering neither far nor wrong, finds fuel if the mind is warmth. _ |
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| #120 | Over there next to the reasons, are only you and I. The way the vine loves seasons, improvements are my why. _ |
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