You're pretty, Violent

I didn't know a blind girl

lives across the street

storm or hot hiking must have

got locked out threw a whole

jar in the yard and got hung

on a hen, source, oft

ere in italics dances

just a little soon.

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word to wordle is a is a

high seed season a scene to

a laxed out thunderbolt

old anticipations, west or

worse, crows, can't a laser

book here, falling toward

forever or if we ever

had to stand at all

as it lies is liable afloat

tune in swearing, ere,

off isn't the black hen

je suis said that if I had

a minute to fill this out I'd die.

Ideology of crime itemized a cold

in my heels or the hinged wheat cream

of an ounce towards doubt play

spun hander, or in a mouth.