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I love this "thatish" words:
I watch these impacts of the pronouns with my eyes:
that index finger to identity determination:
I love that fluttering word order:
I sketch those oratory figures:
for metaphors: I cash overtimes:
dissolved in oximorones:
I try the appropriate tongues to synchronize by spin:
to polish them with my deep internal surface:
I store my justification in the subjects:
eclectic synesthesia:
provocative judgment in the abstract in question:
I torment participles:
exhausted from passive forms:
we spend the night with verbs:
escalated with stairs:
I am exempting the rules:
which sounds like silence:
and: smuggling their meanings silently:








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