Slipping its height as per the aspirin of your fullest sleep, the perennial spine. O the angels of arrant tempo fold graves for the brandishing, under the gravity misnaming looks--as well as avid and filled to print away honey on what abandoned. What is bought when the wing is handed over to georgics, less the cortex that rides roughshod over heather, money down at the docks heaving its shadows more or less openly patrolling the outer limits of inspection reverent as decoys? To magnify the vessel while it splits into almond blossoms, a stupid statesman; and visibly shaken, and note how others are the first to throw chairs around the room countenanced by history's phototropisms fielding October, with possible annexation of the grocery stores, brandy bottles floating to their ultimate lays.
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