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IN APRIL I SPRAY THE SUN"S FIBER

THE BLACK GETS THE NEED FILLED(at least for another infinite Eternal). BLURRED Dice rolled down the streams of the Choice, route-liquid and diamond destined. The bliss is Incapable! Helicopters are mistakes in the Yellow. Water=whole. Fractal and off the page of the Burning Wall. HER Glance. Microbe memories. Maybe? IOWA blazing the frizz! The dream always left behind...in the Present. RAMAINNOTESOUNAUKA! PHOUDA-GAUDHA!

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