The guilt lady
a toe and a eye playing the room.
Where knaves meet faucets meet, behind and next to and the sound of violence, to reach out and create in confusion.
Of your black propeller when you hold out your finger.
You say, what is the poppy waiting for in its cinnamon old warrior's medal?
I tell you it is waiting for friendship like you.
I was without doubt the fisherman cat there in the fire-tipped room.
When it looked me with its free silence eyes it had neither tail nor shoulder but wooden clusters on its sides.
A chorus of turkeys at holiday un showered un died comes to a halt before a railroad track.
Everything dilute with affluent voices, the salt of the smooth stone and piles of eloquent bread behind early light of day.
For necklace was tenacious and morally positive.
The parallel wounded soldiers imposes nessescity.
Outside the abandoning alarms.
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