how i met your mother
is women we haven't met yet
thinking on them (is)
how geese lay upon eggs golden
above imaginary things, in this case
is nothing more fictional, but a mind:
mine. growing which isn't growing but
unraveling like twine becoming
unraveled twine,
instead of a ball. this happens.
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