If you pay me enough, I’ll happily move. If the ice begins to fade, bear even. If plants are obfuscated, tether you, tiling. If your socks wear out, try my yellow ones. If you have to ripen, exhale the consequences. To embrace the optic even, go long & odd. To filibuster, exaggerate the hem. The less the sediment, the clearer the note. If the dollars don’t add up, drop your signifying. The answer, bubbled & surfacing, catches the wind & if inward it do blow, makes the passing glue. If skew & purple, let float the salted sail.
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