Art-Dog
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Sniff a tear, broken heart Just as fear does belong Doesn't fit Put him in the wind It blows, it blows it away
Signed sheets, blank checks Filled in later Why not?
A drill, a touch Just if sheen sharpening too Lights make it look As if it were there
Above our neck, an odd effect Oddly clean, adjacent to Points where facets converge Drive to the hill, the mill stops
How many pieces lost through involuntary ejaculation? By all that was holy, what was that? The one standing for the other
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