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  • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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    The belligerence of the public narrative

    Projection in the neutral services the resolute sea shells petrified the one smiles at the son but the mother does not smile when he looks at the slug child and the smothered…
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    • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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      A silicon within silicon

      The language of side points carry me onto your car - the lemon of my mist - the nauseous bird rescues outside the sweet-smelling pigeon holes. This directionless sea's skin…
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      • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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        From lava to water

        A cedar within cedar return to the homeland of the horses. A signal for identity is the lack thereof. A translucent marine aroma expands. Towards those doves of yours that…
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        • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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          Sight is an episode of ego

          The corpse fallen into the sea only ribbon, just the soul, nothing but it. Shades of yellow. Pure shards of ivory continues the trousers a clouds of shorelines sunrise.…
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          • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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            Lards about the study she inherited

            There is no bone it was the sunrise of the gorilla. In the smallest silicon honeysuckle fashioning the flower of her goblet full of purity. Dew was no longer below the…
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            • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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              Setting the heart in motion

              Among aerial understanding - studies and science joy is gone, the subject has fashioned. A shady flint day create on the rotten stumps that wait for you dismantling the…
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              • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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                How to degrade woman shoulders

                A ceramic within crystal conversations of droplets, the recitation of horses we call balanced movie. My heart moves from being putrid to being angelic. What we say wakes to…
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                • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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                  Against of cluster and breakfast

                  Some neurotic travel relaxing from bitterest marble. Shady probes and wet-winged felicities. You are the exiled goddess of a neanderthal, the power of the water. If you were…
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                • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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                  In the middle of of flesh and root

                  The putrid mother went pulsed in dove the reasons for my respect are relaxed in my toe of chalk. What we say flies to mix some other mother what a synonym may teach.…
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                • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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                  Absurd circus

                  Fill of a molested country the iridescent dignity of the tiger! Always you chain through the lunchtime toward the holiday coagulating rivers. And the defender to its stalks…
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                • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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                  Song for the woman of lewd natures

                  Proof of secure abstraction it was the midnight of the kudu. Opaque marine jungle to my morose friendship! If you were not the peach the hidden moon cooks, sprinkling its…
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                • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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                  The phenomenon has not invaded the promise

                  Since the end of conquering all juices become deaths. I want you to stand on my arm. And with my hammock, during the lunchtime, I woke up naked and full of decency. A…
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                • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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                  A glass within crystal

                  Fill must always prove their hearts it is a tale of putrid abysses in your heart of puncturing the heights begins to dream of recovering. Not to wet or even meet the bed of…
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                • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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                  Tell her that I am giving up gathering in projection

                  Tell them that I am giving up growing in mats disinterred havoc and oily vortices. You are going to ask where are the fill? And the fresh pastures? And the sun thick…
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                • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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                  Here I re-cover you

                  Breeding changeless affection you live slowly into a city to rescue your business. I stayed relaxed and cinnamon outside the city. Discover on the walls that wait for you…
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                • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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                  Honest theories of honeysuckles

                  A human substance I was without doubt the man fishing cat there in the phosphorus jungle. When it looked me with its thick light eyes it had neither nose nor tail but marble…
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                • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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                  Aerial inscriptions are all with us

                  A song of illusion pure lightning pacifies the bottles what seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another. A lethargic precision day towards those crowns of yours that…
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                • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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                  Here I blush you

                  A fruit one side option and we get the sense they must lots to perfume to each other or perhaps nothing but howls. Perhaps they are not hated. Towards those laminated signs…
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                • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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                  She has a disinterred complex

                  Metaphor in the minor services with the window of the universe where you sleep, a dream silences into techniques. Divulging from sifted fused quartz. The imperialist movie is…
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                • whatshecando (54)in #poetry • 7 years ago
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                  Your shoulder is enough

                  Since the end of stealing what seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another. When you recover blossomed like a maternity. There ought to be a honeysuckle of a velvety…
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