I just gush about you melt
semi-circle cannot help
call it reflex impulse
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Irving had it right:
'Me, happiest when I compose poems...'
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loaded snake-oil scale disparity
epitome of idiocy in the making
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Mine Beloved's birthday
shrinking feeling tad bit guilty
ours a tentative pencil arrangement
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She is not the same character
insane voice of noxious narrator
vituperative, virulent, vicious
vehemence vexing vitreous
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There is nothing in this
but poker-face polemics
elaboration's aberrations
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Fathoms past puerile
possession
devoid of
constricting condition
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