has caught anything I saw
the smell didn't want
a light orange shadow
beat up wood seem
comes in threes
up to her family
veils stains disappointment finds
source up say in weight
I procure a bicyle
eligible sheeps color
can't hash out a witness
a casket on plates
drop a cap covered nose
where the cough was
laid wrapping dead
fish in next weeks newspaper
turn off the lights
I'm too old to climb trees
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