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tanaiseIt's like really strange poetry--I almost get it sometimes:
It's a world that to move the early, I would have to be work: out of bed, bed bed in the mortage payment is due, I have a given. And I think he could asked me naked, so cold; they were changing well, the I was nearly to be just bouncy and the bank to mention? Just before he said everything something either work out of things, and I paid for the sheets and I told someone, everyone I know people one of the I may work: out that I know be of occupancy during those two months: cause it this dream about the rest of living room, a rejection dance remix of bed in On My. Okay. To get me how many that actually I forget to get me naked?
With a little clean up, that could be a poem.
It's a world that to move the early, I would have to be work: out of bed, bed bed in the mortage payment is due, I have a given. And I think he could asked me naked, so cold; they were changing well, the I was nearly to be just bouncy and the bank to mention? Just before he said everything something either work out of things, and I paid for the sheets and I told someone, everyone I know people one of the I may work: out that I know be of occupancy during those two months: cause it this dream about the rest of living room, a rejection dance remix of bed in On My. Okay. To get me how many that actually I forget to get me naked?
With a little clean up, that could be a poem.
