ok say its a question of machines sometimes like Ovals or Ovaltine they work its why they like it or oleographs is what he meant hearing the word in some dog down camp one night bivouacked by the hair around your halo? is she seeing a halo screen or commentary o n the top o.f. h.e.r. knees? is she lover to his five spent cents? come now ladies and gentlemen be pray befriend the muse of his worry her dancer in the bone ? weak one it might be ground down dust ed by bed and wearthered forest . . meantime he's got shes dizzy spells. might be a comma coming not a command over words a lord a prince of pieced language a lord she named him a lord of language . he waS a serf a servant at night beflung by paradise he was a simple savant knocked out by seventy breezes of learning voyaging round the circle of her hair. locked inside. the muzzle . of thigh. or winter bent. tree by the apples. drawn thought. t'was language burying its dead. left like some haloed air of art it was wishing well to wish well you never heard me sing imagine that . too badesque she was dyingesque to this menagerie of trois. her infant burial deal not thanked by the house she played. a card. sayi_a call a o phone ca_calling car ___ dD.
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then like any prose pome fiction of apple decked sweet hearted. she 's appled to his thin eyes, shows up at his loving bed. burial of the seed. in her eyes. renewal of the heat in their bed.
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this is the route lovers companion.
in their written will.
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then like any prose pome fiction of apple decked sweet hearted. she 's appled to his thin eyes, shows up at his loving bed. burial of the seed. in her eyes. renewal of the heat in their bed.
3
this is the route lovers companion.
in their written will.
