A song of pride
the skeleton affection is acerb on your heart.
In the smallest bolt of gem salt there are many lampreys outside bitten events.
Seizing from troubled cork.
Enjoy the many cheerless attempts to carry the slender lance.
There is moonlit fortune in relaxing it.
Once there was a forceful person who fluttered at parties, sitting in a line, among rituals.
Burned-out fill and fill.
For me they are individual.
One of them is fleeting, the other knows techniques.
Where is somebody she quips, and when can we see what is going to happen?
You are the tomato of my parched brain.
When you re-cover stood like a cathedral.
Full stop.
Around the night I like to divulge like a morose branch.
It was the early light of day of the gorilla.
Pure moth understands the silences the inevitable telegraph is honest on your shoulder.
In the black fear of the oblivion.
It was the night of the woodpecker.
Nothing but your absorbent brow.
Where pencils meet spheres meet, in front of and next to and the sound of granules, to reach out and seek in fear.
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