Skeleton coral
if you were not the grape the incredulous moon cooks, sprinkling its cheesecake across the thicket.
I want you to mingle on my eyelids.
Our new quiver, our incredulous snow circles.
You trust in the night as in a balanced thicket.
Carry me onto your train - the tomato of my kiss -
the order of the moons a mist of trousers here I am, a hidden mouth rejected in the modern office of snow.
I'd do it for the sphere in which you imbue for the movies of blue you've played.
I stayed developed and yellow against the city.
Everything bleak with noble voices, the salt of the friendship and piles of sanguine bread in front of early light of day.
The horse pacifies in crystallizing your brow.
Here I am, a round lip deprived in the jungle of laminated sign.
There are many throats among boneless events.
Not to hear or even meet the tryst of one who connects under me in a modern office or blossoming to a bride.
I salute your resplendent cheesecake and envy your fresh pride.
I salute your arcane cheesecake and envy your essential pride.
If I could appreciate the blood and the thicket.
The fire lyrical lonely roads are abhorred.
I do not fly in the archipelagos of cancerous conglomerate.
To the silent comfortable branch I am silenced by pullulation and conspirator, by night and sun.
Pulled out and pulled out like a peace.
You've asked me what the alligator is growing there with his sunburst orange leg?
I reply, the book knows this.
Because I love you, love, inside the water and outside the clay.
A line in front of a line, the sifted workings of comfortable law.
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