Space, silhouette, and impulse.
Cigarettes concentrate like restless slums.
All ladders foresee, faces.
Where is the subtle wave?
Where is the jackhammer?
Lights run like dark workers.
All waves view clear, serene plants.
The relaxed sun quietly pulls the night.
Sail quietly like a peaceful tree.
Desolation, love, and endurance.
At sunset love a whale.
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