She felt another paved road on the thin skin under her feet. The Frisian streetview. Turn left and close the eyes. Hear the rumblings of little streams. It was getting worse, like Jeffrey used to say. Sharp and dark were the linings of triagular rooftops. Mrs. the Best, youngman the Dragon, wintertime, something biochemical, Red Cross helpers, she was almost there. A dark whole the air slowly became. Was she standing upside down? Nothing could amuse her more. Dissolve into what has to become clouds, still.
It is time for a new space, a broken voice itched her right ear. A lightly pink coloured novel shoveled towards her using the horizontal surface of a terraced table. I give you three more tears. Afraid to fall in love, to love her tender. A farsighted view in time showed the inevitable death. My lying down, passing away, hiding in magistral grey. Was this his voice? The sound said so. Joris liked a Joke or two. She was forty seven, not afraid to die.
Keep on looking, in front of you, in other human eyes. For quite a while. Try to see, look and think. In no time. Do you know where the guns are trafficked to in Europe? Drivers of Volswagens know much more than you are aware of. Last year the sell figures went up. Tophumen changed places. Love you.
Yeah, shout it out loud! Don't care, they are all deaf anyway. Together they layed down on the grass. She touched for her implant. How did you get that? My surgeon sent it to me. No way? Really?
Sure. She was so desperate to help me. Share the good vibes with me. Now she is monitoring me. Probably I will end up in her rooms. For poets want to disappear again and again and again. She understand.
It is time for a new space, a broken voice itched her right ear. A lightly pink coloured novel shoveled towards her using the horizontal surface of a terraced table. I give you three more tears. Afraid to fall in love, to love her tender. A farsighted view in time showed the inevitable death. My lying down, passing away, hiding in magistral grey. Was this his voice? The sound said so. Joris liked a Joke or two. She was forty seven, not afraid to die.
Keep on looking, in front of you, in other human eyes. For quite a while. Try to see, look and think. In no time. Do you know where the guns are trafficked to in Europe? Drivers of Volswagens know much more than you are aware of. Last year the sell figures went up. Tophumen changed places. Love you.
Yeah, shout it out loud! Don't care, they are all deaf anyway. Together they layed down on the grass. She touched for her implant. How did you get that? My surgeon sent it to me. No way? Really?
Sure. She was so desperate to help me. Share the good vibes with me. Now she is monitoring me. Probably I will end up in her rooms. For poets want to disappear again and again and again. She understand.
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