to run the room with.
speak up, person whisperer.
at the top of the cabinet
i think instinct says jump off.
cloud gathered across the street
with a century of total waking hours
in the whole thing.
it poured all over the one and another one who was trying not to let it happen.
decide to make the knife a tiny plow
no for dirt. for dirt.
only use this on the ground.
blow out the dusty glasses.
i give this 5,000 more years.
from a dozen billion
drowned to nothing.
it is that ashy, i wouldn't like it.
kill me in a slough at the end of the day.
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