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the tone by which context is given.

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too bad we are the same kind of different.

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make fun of the in-between and always.

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corner store lunchs with walks to and from.

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ordinary potential in the occasional direction -- from left to right make certain.

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if to look closer -- there is a certain something several and specific.

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and if at first confused -- muse mellow and methodic.

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You are but the thought (with which) i am always a bit thrown.

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(Private school) grey paper stock textured and blue dashed.

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Loufus'

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I am but a thought always in retrospect -- I only talk to understand.

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even your tired eyes and hands had me taken.

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Manbitch' like you mean it.

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a left to right foreshadow foreseen and foreboding

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lost within the wanting of side by side

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Canadia' land canucks gone somewhat wild.

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a furrowed insight of a saddened perception

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genuine manipulations of the accustomed familiar.

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a meddling muse of discernible laughter

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I tend to smirk and smile as if someone told me not too.

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a round about resonance of a rewound retrospect.

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tucked beneath the plain view of hidden.

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less is the more with which I am some.

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self induced abandon -- a meandering of the soul.

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winter warm : melancholy matriculates the woes of wishful wanting.

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once if not twice and all were things considered.

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as easily unencumbered as laugh aloud laughter.

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down amidst the southern sun lies a northern persuasion.

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sad sullen and grey without the somber.

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tangible content for the road less traveled.

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ordinarily sideways and now and then forgotten.

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falsely fleeting and frail moments contrite.

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estranged thoughts run rampart -- Much like the constance of change.