27 minutes late . and i.m feeling top skate .
please abide . by the lines on the street .
i.d look for the fold . but damn it.s too cold .
and six minutes later . i.m delete .
sometimes . numbers are just words .
they have no sum . often. they act
scripture . for god unknown .
for minutes now . so far intact .
i guess my integers . in her furs . inferred
quasars . in equine equanimity . eloquently
undo the running idiot
make him dancing
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