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In
a western
ghost
town
the
never-figured
forth
figured
very
strongly
as
the
black
applies
to
any
hearse
or
caisson
variorums
of the
likely
happenstance
migrate
to these
waters
shipshape
the
very
expanse
of
sky
holds
its
own
the
purblind
with
tears
stumble
allusively
The
waterfront project
oh
they’ve heard all
about you
and
your wish
to
see the fish
leaping
into airline cargo
containers
ice
like snow
on
the asphalt
how
the buckets dip
and
go down into the
sea
you
shall not see
not
if the rearguard
consortium
can
help you now it
is
not
the help it is made
out to be
paint
the good coat of
paint
over
the sides
lest
any see
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