The wOman whisper'd:
..as Spring rejuvenates the earth
I refresh and reinvigOrate my brain, with hOusing many kinds.
Kind of rOutes tO escape in such evenings, or just kinds tO cOntradict the blOb of stemming.
frOm the offshOre-lOgic.
The only thing, "sOmetimes" is sO devOted, sOmetimes tO me, only "that me" cast in different. Like sOund of its inanimate matter. I, there, as selfless as a puddle(could be?), directed by some central snOw-pOrt.


M.G.T.

It spun slOOOoowly this time..

..in this great enclOsing gOspel
but still always, changing the bOrders.
and thrills the place.
where these identities' placeless
becOme One
thOugh sOund

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Special and suprisive ...
Mainly African
sO very,  a niCe wife much
the matter kept wife, so the wOman, cOuld be kept lOng... 

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A new current of cOmminicatiOn flOwed between sky and pavement.
which had been lifted out of 40km -an-hour wind
There, easy to discOver but never let you
say a word.

lOve yOur glOw...
tHere must be sOme
"yOu"...

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I wish the best unromanticized
nOw-idea

She saw it. The face... couldn't believe similarity of One's face, lOOk like the past.  So lOOk, right?
But nOplace to find faces or nOpOwer required yet.
Have a step, put yOur stepladder ontO take-that wish.
..knew sOmething of the facts, but nOthing of the feelings. The finest in all enOughs, just there,
lOnging  tO metrO-me.

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I am nOt gOing to relate but may say that tOday's bridges shOw matilda side of my mind, even sOund of  their pathOs...
as yOu knOw, in their shadOws, turned the yOungerOne intOa gOlden hOur that -nOn-shaded

The bridge is frOm skylive! Big steps bring AirOn life! Just wOnder ... An hOur agO, this sky was full yellOw (egg-yOlk-yellOw)
 nOw, untO actiOn, where the ministre hangs his hats :)
eventhOuh his age and (d)anger...

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