Blown like shatters
Pieces flowing
Stretched in matters
Glimpse of knowing
Doubtless loathing
Composite friction
Winds blowing
Empty benediction
Flying on this way
Holy is knot
Kneeling to pray
To be or not
What they say
What they do
What they play
To be you
Marbles fell
Street foam
Mornings tell
First who's on
Chess played well
Set china bone
Depth closes well
When all alone..................
FTBAS 5.3.14
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