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testosterone stones sink arteries holding strings puppets dance on magazine reflections reloaded and plastered in paris pressing harder against the imaginary air it tears fairly fierce frigid fleets sleets snow down too feathers plush and push and grab and the last thing desired was the only thing received refill the bottle perceived the toggle back and forth (a farce) farsighted beyond seeing the present parcels detached and missing resent trailing comets dust falls down in space only if youre looking up.

ELEVEN FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-TWELVE