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The Ladder
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| #181 | Know how just like piano keys, I love to hear your news. So saddest part of your worthy notes, one time and just one choose. _ |
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| #182 | Around the face of the undisturbed, a mouth had news for its ear. And what was only known in dreams, all worlds knew not to cheer. _ |
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| #183 | They're insatiable actually. Is that how they're able, to consolidate alot of their clearings? No, because I just found, a whole box of informal earrings. _ |
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| #184 | Impedance was a test I see, that stood between success and me. Things I finally found in shun, turning them less than anyone. _ |
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| #185 | When a man sits down to think next movement, his eye turns inward and he plans improvement. And when the wind makes the sound of could, he gives the campfire and his heart more would. _ |
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| #186 | A valentine I give to thine, and pretend we were divided and then. Like Plasticine in a child's dreams, we forever recombine again. _ |
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| #187 | Ideas are like coke cans. They're everywhere for those who look. And turn their collections in for rewards, each poem worth a cent. _ |
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| #188 | Within a chain reaction, clouds and smoke despair. Like corridors need funny, karma and finances where. _ |
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| #189 | With nothing as solemn as window grime, I'll ask as if wind were mine. Within the harbor between two endless scopes, I'll ask the din to dine. _ |
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| #190 | The greatest secret weapon you'll never see, the non issue how often it has saved we. Owned and operated by the gentle few, the non issue something I speak to you. _ |
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| #191 | Dance and forget the placement of light, every pixel knows. With more giving than per second can trite, oh please forgive my prose. _ |
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| #192 | I think up to look at stars, and think down to look at seeds. Would you mind if I think of you, horizons are the weakest needs. _ |
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| #193 | The eddies of the stream are slight, the bravest leaves have known. Choice at the master's keel of life, the smallest turns they've owned. _ |
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| #194 | I almost thought about you last night, could you tell me more about you please? The subconscious sees life with only five pixels, and stands alone near no breeze. _ |
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| #195 | Four female brains one painted larger by me, during my visit to an all girl art class. With no home in a forest of glass, if you ever get that lonely ask. _ |
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| #196 | Bricks and mortar like all that's said, build art and poetry for the worlds ahead. And when the sticks and fears are dry, no home is warmer than the eye. _ |
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| #197 | If there is only just things, what happens with importance. Would you like a cup of coffee, a universe loves orbits. _ |
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| #198 | I'll believe in unfurling nonsense, if uncocooning can save a world. Or if the theory of hellotivity, can incline a woman curled. _ |
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| #199 | Would you like to go for coffee, I know where they serve it weak. And cooperations barely know, where defeats need meat. _ |
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| #200 | When mankind broke the sound barrier (sorry), soon every man could talk. So anything stronger than zero meaning, could ask you for a walk. _ |
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| #201 | Where would I hide all darkness, if it was all you feared. I would hide it in the larkness, and smile if it teared. _ |
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| #202 | But there's a reason for things in twos, and thinking is its song. Have you ever told yourself a lie, but rhythm stopped its wrong. _ |
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| #203 | The most beautiful colors of a painting, a universe or pun. Where sometimes we find are two, there was only room for one. _ |
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| #204 | A newspaper to me always solemnly feeds, deep corrections that each field beds. That I turn for harvest of flaw's sweetest seeds. And know things not needed to be said. _ |
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| #205 | Tangles must be so confused, come here go away in one wish fused. Problems like a loyal dog, fetching wonder when you throw god. _ |
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| #206 | I heard about a loneliness, that is as walk as mars. With two porch chairs soft as romance is, in a house above the stars. _ |
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| #207 | I just remember you, when all the world's afire. And dreams come in from another place, and I journey to the last desire. _ |
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| #208 | You know how lasting silence is, when a finish line remembers a race. When you catch me glancing, I try to make that face. _ |
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| #209 | I let you dream for forty seconds, in that nightmare you have each week. Then I woke you with a quiet touch, and wished all rescues could be that meek. _ |
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| #210 | Powered by the hour of compression, first you lush two trillion learns. And when you stir in a timeless question, then you've heavened all my turns. _ |
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