non-money
in love barking over the sod.
At
the end of my teeth is another way to live:
star
muesli shared, we receive each time we give.
I
keep needing it beyond the infinity,
name
names name, oil the joint you give to me
broken
like a T of red and black money
gargoyle
snort farm land in simple fee
gave
do past part market dominance
luck
not the name of prophecy –
for
all the dead to life do in fire dance,
hell-bent
utile res household life negativity.
Putting
spirits in the angels. The clouds. Head out at first chance.
Searchlight
comes early with Old Capital’s advance.
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