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I could ask what would happen if my fruit computer made like the worn jeans I've worn and 

Wheated appropriately in lasted

 even the chaff is sold as 

      The   leaf      as eyes leave the layers  

And I would load the poetry I'd send to you        If I could

   because it's been used long enough for them I have to buy them again.     at its' tone play them here and now in their tones

    you'd have a point in playing them all the time 

 and I'd have the  fruit     if those that secretly 

                       unburden me were a thing

Tech doesn't last as long as the stamped  brand swamp 

       would lead you to believe        lead poisoned the unseen crawled in caves     

          in caves we 

but take the sacrament regularly they say and thy havest        thow servent 

         I ate her flaunt and made it my destiny 

Be  crumble             to the faint gaunt   O capital my 

Capital it poetry nail in a room of lights and plastic 

     Glue        the vaper  changes the senses

We, I am a ham not a toy. 

Human

Diliangers 

Collecting

Paystubs    Trading whips with sugar 

       is a good

I will ask what happened but they will not.  can not know the difference