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After Larkin I saw through chain-link fence the curse of runway and distance. I saw the plane jerk skyward heavily into splendor. the airport guy was feeding into a hearse Only then did I catch the look of passing things.
Late last night after I had gone to bed I found myself at a party I don’t know why I finally I don’t know either why I took All I know is that I wanted us
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