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Poetry randomly generated by Chloe at http://spatch.ne.mediaone.net/chloe/
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| My eyes dilate; my license and sleeping in the world runs out of the switch and soul, I like thunder under the future. | |
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| Get up, let's make a crack, break your life, but it's true. I'll be someone, be your temples, your colours were like a burnin' flame. | |
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| I see it happen. Rolling like that. It must've been achin', but sweet. I heat up at night; I slumber. | |
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| Snap! Snappa! Snap! Snap! Snappity! Snap! | |
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