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Date Added: February 14, 2018 20:02:55 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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A Dark House
The accretion of a perfect squall 
when claws were out- 

scavenging novelties. A lewd 
paranoia slains a farewell 

in a trench. The chamber has 
vomited a mound of gold blinding a shell. 

The combs did not straighten 
the puff. The old man was very lonely. 

I would stop hunting the stings 
of a bare-chested moon. 

I recuse myself from judging the paperboat 
which wanted to cross the ocean.
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