bag and shoes

 






it can not be able to go back a step

memory flying

dancing with the  reason

motives


after an instant is throwing 

the rationality under a table


climbs a sensation to of tight throat

enforces energy to cough

for jumping and caught  

the voice 

that it comes out

squeezed

- A glass of motive

only one


the soul over there is hanging their clothes

so

the eyes do not see what was seen

the modes are resting

in the shoes


a  turning on 

in a dunk

clarity


A swing owning a turbid from red coal

it is near 


a musical noise hears within a tunnel 

a dense chant

liquid 

spreading 

joy


retaking the bag of the logical things 

opens it


searching

what thing link

something


the papers of the etiquette in a box

a saloon book

a treated of behavioral design


So took the

stamps of permission to

laugh


but was tired

would not try


tears and cheers








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