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Two artists, each each other's muse: This day has a strange temperament, not unlike bravery. This night to your liking, she decides for him. To herself let off a little stress, stranger than death, soak her. Felt she did like turning over the mystery of the mood. "I'll look at you for as long as you can stand," she offered "or need me to". Her first decision: straight for purpose or just to? In the sharper sense I'm not telling you everything. Build the heat touch the reason plenty of heavenly purpose. Save the answer, speak the quest, whisper for whisper. Soft becomings follow unstirred sugar and floats. Twice pipes ring in a meditative stomach curiously, the ring held in place by the most favorite of dream sights. The last that was said, she's forgotten. The space he left between us had avante-garde edges but he isn't as vunerable as his listeners are naieve. Coming to know him, I realized that he doesn't allow himself to glow when being looked at. It shouldn't be argued, the thickening of passage, but luckily we are protected by informality. We are both wet and dry between and of light fragments, and thwarting the secrets that want to be as good as the last that was said: "good nature in bed"

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