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J-SMRT The Haiku

I am Hartmo rumor
You are the darkness bo staff glow
We are together

Envy ivy deep
Rouge and rogue tata
I am becoming

Soft parade and tourtettes
Hiver the lemma
Oung baedmae semper hum tata

Shiver the madness
Dark bo becoming power
Ouio Sera Victro Hung

Om rei ting Schwalbert
Temper to unit mother
Act in dovesmeat bland

Herrdura pigmy
Demura bourgoise
An 261.8

Apple Eden Sith
Em John Swart Destroyer Worlds
I am darkness bh'o

voices calling from
wind and grove! Your song, which seems
overflowing with pain's

crest, gave me a
tormented sleep in the hour,
nocturnal and then

, like mine, you seemed to
suffer.28,7
twilight-laden song

from the depths of being,
in you the essence of dumb
things flame.Enigmatic,

high hymns, are you a
question, a groan — a cry lament
ation from the round

of world? [in]finity
a spirit dwells:out of the course o[f]
everything a woe-

He tempts no more, has
no jewels. Shines with grit and lust
for battle.His look…his

kiss is short and burn
His seed now shot from holy
shaft.He pushes into

pain and danger.filled
yearning sprouts — it is a
sigh of freedom from thralls

of being.The cries be
ing are cries torrent,voices
from hate, forest, mountain valley,

the blessed one of my
soul captive souls! thanksgiving
freedom anaktam pastm

Prefect 304
Myst bus 381 star star
Earthbound coming down

hotel falling down.
people aware, but not that bothered,
as they skate along

the shifting surfaces,
parisien, huge, blue, grey, metal shine.
i am sitting at table

in a destroyed room
pushing c around it oh yeah
shines like tiny diamonds.

we are smuggling it
in white cake caged birds accept
each other.but flight is

what they long for.link
age of methsulardomon
priest of nina tempt

The kendii, clawed and furry,
The Fluffy, fanged and small, Faustus,
dark and sexy, Aido

drew them all. The tree
the really wasn't, The art
of driver's ed, story

of the Fallen,It came
from Aido's head. The Void, all
short and spazzy, The krehs

without a name, Chibified
malusio, Ol' Aido to blame.
If you're Pyr dragon,

Or you crave treats Flock
to twilit grotto of Doom
And bow at Aido

Kouryou, you kick ass.
Much much ass. That's insane. yuppers
Go for the dansch avebt

Pre-Zen Coaly Nancy Nine Chews Ol'.

You'd-a call men to say one,
Pre-Zen coaly Tomina nine chews ol',
All right.

We'd a same-a shoes, my own hole been de same,
And a whole red maybe use'ta call a boss time.

Trrr.

Chails 'n bind me ghee'd a coal,
Baby she stay, yeah push! yo-ho.

We'd a same-a shoes, my own hole been de same,
And a whole red maybe use'ta call a boss time.

When it's the same I'd shoot a cloppy steam,
You know bechove a nava judge a gall baby the shale.

You'd a comin' up chews, o buy from malt show,
Hoba hopa jus' skim loba copa no time.

O be dim us a stan, why de shoes'a come o man,
You be trust 'im in much call dough braid'a girls.

O someday,

Aye ayes, my sesler
Any go so doughing peas
O eyes.

You'd-a call men to say one,
Pre-Zen coaly Nancy nine chews ol',
All right.

Aye ayes, mine, sen flick,
Any go so doughing pays O eyes.

Pre-Zen coaly Nancy nine chews ol',
All right!

Wha' tha's-a no slimmin' an'-a came in the same,
Till have a chews 'n oma golf hole have a good time,
Let faced go.

We'd a sim, in as trim, and de shoeses come o' bim,
An' there's too many cars,
An' go, bow, for one to drive, just stay.

Aye ayes, my sen flecks,
Pay de bill, sup, doughing pays up,
Eyes.

You'd-a call men to say one,
Pre-Zen coaly Nancy nine chews ol',
All right.

You nice, you not, bills eeky door'em in dough,
Yes baby la dicey lie, big D, oh.

Aye ayes, my sen fleck,
Any go so doughing peas
O eyes.

You could call men to say one,
Pre-Zen coaly Nancy nine chews ol',
All right.

You nice, you not, bills eeky door'em in dough,
Yes baby la dicey lie, big D, oh.

20 six's dog's days
7 teen's dog years'
forever's never 'til now
'til now's never
eve's bright i howl
day's bright i sow
20 twenty's past me, how

4's four's eight
13's third teen's reflected
mark of a beast
number of a soul
30 one's to lose
1 seven's teen to win

7's eight separate but close
17's four let's be seen
4's truth let never falter
8's fault let never die
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