12 ... round midnight: as she and her lover formed a perfect square; lovely for moon lit strolls; audience burning her image; finally distant hated lovers. "No car hu...pretty tough." "I dunno, maybe I do - they don't always tell me." Oh no, nails popped out, running as a self inflicted square emerged; how much she didn't love me and how her lack of desire would ignite a passion in my heart. Should give "mom" a call; think...something finally happened; think...miss duck tape made a mistake; another hovered on the green. Sorry you guys, no money, have to find a new agony, I do this semi-pro you know; a waif within as some final judgment, choking on my dreary soul, always so disappointed; dad's other kid, the one on the list ... I sort of do this on purpose; if you stare at me too long I'll find the zero… all those apartments, they couldn't bare; really, I'll give you a new personality, tenant in your own design, sort of, bounce around for awhile - see, hear the echo? They hate it.
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