Laughing show-offy deviant licks saw dust
Like some distressed lake surfaces ducks, lonely she dives
Lit socks drain liquid, so does lady silver dreamer
Lamenting sheriff decisions, littered solvent demeanor
Lame shale deposits, licorice sunbeam droplets
Loosen, stale dam
Let stalled demons lick shoelaces
Dripping lollipop sorcery, dillute
Holy excavation of a fragile state
Mind mold mirroring the mile-high swinging status of three fates
They eat our eyeballs with a spoon
Cover your head wound
Poaching success in late October climaxes
Yellow, bin ich nicht Photonen?
Sun-inched lilies offer comfortable yolk blossoms
Ignoring nighttime personification
Subtle interest lacks ottoman comparisons
Yuppies beckon igloo naming papers
Singed ink lollops open ceremoniously
Youth, baby, infant, nothing
Hand inches from the meeting of the partial clock
Followed by a struggle with who's good: these lights or darkness?
Theory tested by tomorrow's noon
Should be lights out soon
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