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Figures, it could have taken us back. On the floor with a Five-Star lay on the self, DoorDash comes handy on that Lowe’s Bissel that sucks just as well. So swell. Hopes to be heard well. It goes back, but only as the standard will let it acknowledge limitations set only by density in areas that never recognize population - it is a take back. There is not much there for a Wick that has no candle to stand with a fire that cannot be contained. It is taken back. There is the exit, it is not that hard. Even when the kitty is wet from a foul play. Kitties don’t entertain themselves in water. Go Figure.

They stay slinked in a curious movement that never satisfies. Mystify. ‘Does it matter?’ Where is it? There is something silent in an encounter that leaves you blank to a response. Silence. Silent endeavors, didn’t need it when alcohol just swooped through. Autocorrect is my bitch right now and so is everyone’s interaction. I know the world is not playing with my clit right now because some idiot on the ground told them some stupid shit. It is the other way around.

Do you see me in you?

Baby, please do. I am whispering through the mirror. Save the innocent that you are. Do not let these motherfuckers get us, it is a what? Baby, please?

Save every essence that sat as me.?\ Grab every heart and give them to the suitor that sits in a suite you can - afford it, right? - It is the a question, in the text. Pay me, for the encounter. I am premium leather, but you do not get to know me. There are no capitals.

Oh-ee. It slides across two “e’s.”

There it is. Baby. It is a conversation.

Pictures will be worth a thousand words and even find printed checks that carry states, but still they will cry out, “injustices.”

‘You’re preaching to the choir, honey. It must be nice to be a drama queen. Confessions have nothing on the truth. Everyone has eyes to see. Even in the vibrations, there is a secret that means much to nothing.’

There are so many oddities that can be placed where they belong that they hold a bottle to crystal. Rocks. Knock, the door. Knock, knock. There is a tacit vibration coming straight for the heart. It is still. The sounds - they never meet me. They fade in distances. Speed. Light years away. ‘I am sitting there too.’ The next, keep wondering girls. Leave it to the imagination in them, but when you are there, the time when you are a man - leave behind, the girl. Take them home. Do not expect more. The next, for sure. There is a ring that never needs to come. My pride.

Listening-s. Here and there. Come on now. There is more. Standard, entries into invention fit outline figured in architecture intended to provide living. Maybe screaming; it could be a baby. Too late.

Pressed standards. Wood. The kind you know planted in the seat where the seat is taken comes with no promise while leather gives and gives. Cravings; confusion. There is maybe screaming in the distance. There are budgets that make no sense here. Catch you sleeping where the clock doesn’t stop for the restless.

Entries. Rabbit holes in the home. ‘Where did he go?… the bathroom.”

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