Ankeny, Iowa, Ten Minutes Ago

I teach those classes: Connecting on Another Level,
Returning to Pole Dancing, Being Strong and Sexy.
Be smart. Eat a longer life. Today’s forecast: spring,
my bold lip color. Plants will be in everything,
everywhere, sparing the planet in just one jungle.
Say hello to Mama. I want—but I still want.

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Choose a Sour Breeze

We get it. Some things are evil in real life.
Actually, we laughed really hard about it
in the cult. The real magic is undeniable:
evil and blood, a broken monster of food.
For your career, you get to make cakes,
swim in the future resin lakes, the skin.
Which goes further? A hummingbird, or
1 large egg, chilled from the inside out?

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Get Rid of It

Cut back your bubbles, coaxing out their bitter
drizzle with a hammer of California. Simple
has changed. Don’t shun dried fruit intentionally.
You couldn’t ever love your family. Why? You’ve
done the right things, along with sweet wine.

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She Makes Time for a Little Dance

After four months of unexplained travels in NYC,
it throws everyone off course when the cozy perfect
sweater is below the unplanned sleep of love, a top
starfish that experiences a wild hit of city culture,
a more meaningful convent of waves. Like kayaks?
You can connect with a beehive, stand in the lobby
of this chic hotel, convert waste into a butterfly,
grab the bison in the center of our hand, absorb it.







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Also, the past couple of days, I experimented with a new block feature that I thought might help in cases where I have long lines. Well, yes and no. It did accommodate them, but with a weird slider bar, and everything was suddenly in Courier or something like that. I could probably play around with it further, but who has the time? For now, I think I’ll go back to normal and maybe reserve the block thing for when lines get broken in ways I don’t like.

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Her Story

Break a boundary battle, the ripple of a plateau
past my shoulders, instantly easier in a matter of seconds.
Cut. Start fresh—expect a year like a fish’s scales, further assaults.
Look for a repair. Stop eating properly. The loss may occur,
wrapping around you like a fabric, a soft, tight silk.
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Try These Products

Pure formula, formulated without experience,
the source of heated oil, murumuru butter foot,
balanced and happy, this new mom. So excited
that I can wear what is neutral, hover over this
night. Trail to tavern, a women-specific terrain,
light on a weave of pavement, like running on a
body. Which can be confusing. Define it! Not yet.

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