parking it is worth the drive but to arrive is to be left behind when the kind of answers aren't in place and the chase went off with a bang -- we are stranding our braids and holding up laid-off outs and runs and we're stunned to find our feet still up while the empty cup overflows and the garden path undergrows -- we are watching for the signs and we are laying down the lines: i am not the me you have seen before -- catch as candle the angled handles and fill the case with suits
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