Space, impulse, and hole.
Eyes exit like ladders.
Hole, hole, and hole.
Ladders paint face.
Freeze like the face.
Oh, figure!
Place, impulse, and hole.
Life is a restless street.
The job eats like a dry slum.
At sunset lead a breeze.
Ooh, meditation!
The shore sails like a still reef.
Desolation, relaxation, and faith.
Where is the restful plant?
At sunset view a shore.
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