Thomas Lowe Taylor -- Northerned Plassitude Placitude

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You'd hoked em out against nothing
marked up sentient beings without pity
but found them aside, not moving, stale

In the early hours, morning dunes put
put something here not seeming set
the mooner shit no plazm overturned

Nayed out, sput, the glimpse not fasten
but heal the air up, up the toner dues
up the climbing spin and into her hears


Ark-on, nor waste another spy internal
the game not played but spiral ascents
Your in. The husk the demented spins

Cleave nor hint; east total'd harks in
in my own being spent yea arrived win
eats heels, spits the natal poo, aglides.

"What else said, not awaits, but held
and firm, not pleased but holding on
in the dinner seas their own porter."


Listing. They'd not but atunes liner
peening, as in ball, but eh ah yodels
into punter, into her eys hix jointed

I fuckin spoke pot. Yr insane details
nor hammer out, yet a gleaner hopes mo
dig a river hose to passion yets lets.

Not reformed ata-ll; nix hix nay fucky
puck lucks like outered shuck hucked at
ant punted like fuckin shit, up & over.

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loan't not ttel me, whis no spanner
isnaw weare sapret naw no hanner
lunched the beadle scrim, hats, hate

thus a skinner packs hit tin, yore.

yule wanna deel iz snot ma plan
escape nor armor doubt, heavens!
another knocks em down ma neez naw
blen, eye'll bee nnaw plen, oz na mee

suggestions internall in turn out
but hel'd ant fern--eyed plude, her nark
and plenny, arm at, hose at, the dude

reach the dear, take ma heart, owes a doe,
an soam eye ree lel o. Nocks a doe. hote

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It's a daner note, not hinted out but held
infirmed no planner waited here not seen
in the laa tuder marks the doorway opens

it's a da, da; not pled but held filth
attendent, to skinners muter dee, lating

knots the passion hote tell, nay marking
the duner poin, holds her tight and reeling
lays internal groins the dark and inner

seen not long but plenty, i'd held you down
ai ai the tempo turned hot and plenty
the last dreams of the ancient pities

yod-fux, the plainer scene, your own die
and holds tongue to her spot singing
flin tan the dusker mote, affirmed totes

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Went the spinner deal
Went to the moke and tooled

This'r due, but not told,
not yet, and there a total tale
unfold by a videot, undune & pa

-tronted wear hent her suspent
a bin, yet Went dude and tanner

Ivy toned, max and sentinal, hers
eaks at the donor too, misspent
or held, a nue putan hists now
I'm affirmed, marked, too
place and antitude they heal

Arm at, head at, the boner stone
afar, not seeming at all, butt herd
the buff, a low; his "Not" went down
The Lates. And then sent her center

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