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heat my room with computation try to bring the bloodflow back what is defined in contradiction of a procedural: to the exclusion of everything i rush out before the sunset sticks under crows catching murmurs hand biting crocus shoots ambient sound i hesitate over the brook, unusual, black pheasant? and then who cut down that curious grass? and whether i can help it in this place i daily trespass no sign above ground but a steering wheel is propped up against a tree trunk who's driving what? (pheasant asks) i cluck this is no small shrub but what? i struggle in the winter to tell from bark alone but it's a tough getaway for an art thief and crowing myself now the unsafer way back over that root's got to give one day snapped twigs at scale

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