way behind like a binding book like a bowl that cooks its
own stone ground round about five ten a penny weight watch man drake goose hen
chick lit aflame afire the wire we wear to stare down the steps having leapt
long ago to far away like a place card landing hard on the wrong table like a
stable set of horses and a car that cannot park
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