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even so it wasnt, the closer, in thicket. he looked the case over, for spalicht,
a flicker. the face did no witness. there were holes through the jaw. 
its micro-lace pattern would not open too far. 

“malatra von nada,” spun dense lawn, voila
one pitlore, sans limber, “fulfilling the thaw”

even so it wasnt, there were differences throughout. for example, sitoomba, which stood pink from the start. in any case it wasnt, for uptron, too late. the yard he inspected sank miles. two lakes.

two lakes of the timbron three lakes for the rot
four lakes in a weakness but none tassletoft




he sought forrest madness, what uptron had sought. 
a simpler bandit would just rip his mask off.
ITGARA 2.0


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we saved before the showing (lakisma) could detect her. two years in which we think to, and we imagined she was so. we did the la’lick backwards, scrubbed off (dustan) for her roots. worked out much we now admit to, and she would soon possess the glue.


her poshlin, common error, made us famous long ago. different dromlics work the humans (just the ones who work at home). simple snooping makes them kanyas (gentle fixed winds), how they blow. blow her famous in traversing, sail necessary, slow.


the detainment block (larayna) becomes her arbitrary glow. and this beds us in yumcaya, sends us deeper forsimo. her fame while yet traversing has reached open season show. savage hands that still have trend rights, still conceive her as she goes. her cycling gone nearer (rik’lik) gone nearer, to the place with (ic) the flowers.
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angolips, we lash ourselves and back: the morning bones. no deep sore was it so-so to give up in narodé. they stay? switch odioff the tune. we taglano forget and go inflex: what slips the room.


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upland was it or scattered so the fist? our foreign sines. finger, farro. spittor in stone. the switch that rolconides. gallé-gallé! this tender lisp, was that they stay they stayed. and outers on, tibilacon: not one but eight? parades.


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SARA DENIZ AKANT
UPTRON
ITGARA 2.0
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