Complex Year

Feel me drop here

let me walk along this discord

In the prowess of hurdles and find forth

a blind deer, a copper wire.

Brave people in a shallow blossoming, do like old ways and admin of cooling.  Something at last, a bit here and there at last.  As a sarcasm note, but not eschewed.  Council, cornered.  Residing there in a hollow thirst frame, but to be put on a ligament of spur and populace.  Pop for the regional, timely folk.  We arrive by the time the show has ended but work out the contents of our summation in years and fronts.  People with dash piers and collective progressionism, we work at the center of a living molecule for truth.  Then, as truthful as they are sometimes, not much gets by.  Without feeling as crust, the city as grueling and lonesome.  Many female have asked about that cauldrephobic in the bathroom.  I think he shot himself.  Doesn’t work like that (they told me).  He’s blackened on only one wrist left.

Frame needs a person to fit into.  But people bathe in the office of doom every day.  If the costume of God was a pre-arranged selective, God would be nourished.  Climb.  See for yourself.  Each dozen needs a socket.  For Christ’s veil we’ll have the sweat of each working girl.  Monologues of darkened etymology and scattered thought.  Where do the bugs in our coffee go when we don’t drink from it?  Defined by cosmology, she suits the thinking of his estrangement.  She will have a few drinks with him.  All is old, maybe new.  I can’t tell if the intention of a method is to divert or describe.  Those that can say they’ve learned a lot, practice me in silence.  Fear of the  entrance, fear of it all, love as a message.  Perhaps, the intricacy of this arrangement isn’t because of it’s purpose but it’s elation.  More than Mr. no age.  After the arrangement, amazement.

So, do not doubt.  Doubt could be better left un-utilized as it’s experience does not expose the feeling of elation.

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