common as a subliminal bridal gown, the waxen pod rhythms itself, meanwhile revolution bedraggles the prior meaning
Perchance
flam-flam does dyeing these prior flowers green so to
green we rollick and whirr cement at the starthings, our own
star rows, darkly thru the new glass of water, salt, pilates, and
row-rows of fishes staring etcetera, which is to say merrily am I oh
left standing, dip me ears into the foggy coastal grasses, get all up in dipping and cud, the white green of summoa dat, the cow that is on
base, it shakes, we drive thru the bright doings of day and still silt
in the rooms where the dresses are fitting.
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