Love, found. From a cold Room.

 a cold room square, squared by motion and turns

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provided to you, the music.  always on, some and where it is pronounced produced profound and found again, in briefs and briefly, under worn and in and out and about

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just a hint, is what needed of the what is . . . love

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flavoured, of multiplied and for ours and hours and keyed up treasured playful and directed produced and acted out from within the opposites track and attract the each of each other, from mother of earth grounded and wired up to find.

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few and far to give into like a well, well off and on and alternating, the signal which provides the continuous loupe, envisioned, endoscoped and periscoped as in a submarine, sandwiched and fixed food the good of a fine twine, strung, taught and sewn into our hearts, as a single blood cell, which travels with us, making us all perfect at each time we choose for another.

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we find, and we do, each moment with another is precise and precious and the will and well known are also delicate at the needed and just, what are we saying now?  Oh.

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it is said, as it is said here, that continuity of love is akin to just that, our likeness, liked, and based in a thick active element which is our universal, pluggable, playable, and well, just and that.

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so how and just was love discovered, and re-discoverable, and often and that, seasonally, as if a little hint from the rest who remembered, said the birds and the bees, as they flap and color themselves and find new home each and every time.

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words are simple and enough for just a time and just shy of that, even, and as a practice, becomes, and strengthens with an each of each re-assertion of the kind of kind that makes us whole

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these words are few and many and, panged oddly at times if only to say enough of talk and the ohs and your so on and on and how can we meet if not in spaces first and more spaces now and again later and on and carried, like our own bodies as we walk and run and think of who the other needs and is needed and so the burst of bursts of this equation is so instantaneous and perfect and ongoing, that life itself depends on this very fact.  and it is a fact.  it, in fact, is the reason, which we have, fact.  and this again is the answer you've been seeking and have always found and looked at it with the only part you nor anybody else can see -- and that is the beginning of everything, which would burst apart if it was seen and not observable as perfect.. well it would just break somebody's heart to think it wasn't known as truth and perfection.. and you know who that is.  i know you do.

and with that bit of a flurry of realization in a streamy moment, you have reached this brief place where you can just imagine that part in all of us at every moment in every aspect of the all of every glow of light which touches or stretches the universe to touch another, just once as once is an infinity of laughter of the 2nd part of the joke, which made us laugh so hard we had to make another, and another, and another and another and another and so many others for this experience to share, that we cannot stop at any time in any foreseeable unfuture of unplanning of unnothingness for the fruit which now grows and is .. well polished and placed wherever you choose for it, the labour is that work and the trough will fill with the light to feed those and those again.

you see, I should be out there, up and about and for and through and yonder ponder as requited and yet and for, it shall be, cased in casings, vestibules will carry this message from the ATM tubing through to a system we needed ever build again, for it is simple and just and us and always is.

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from the bones and vessels of love with hearth this is still and moving about and about the isle of man this city by the bay our san francisco, the nexus, of all places to be, world and wide eyed, this is aqua q.