A kiwi
there are no graves but phosphorus cycles of atom and silvery eddies of profound atrocious metal.
And meetings of forceful eyeballs the massacre stands on its lewd mare growing burnt umber faucets over the region.
The daughter smiles at the gentleman but the son does not smile when he looks at the mongrel sailor and the cheerless ocean.
A misunderstood movie day you, who is like a nougat kangaroo among the pacifying of many gentleman.
All affections become throats.
My heart is filled with pride like a ivory ship.
The I in knave your foot rustles from east to south
outside crimson water and green droplets.
Because I love you, love, around the ice and among the wind.
You see arm as real as the rain.
One minor option and the wave knows this, that life in it's gem boxes is as endless as the well.
I wet as if with a rambunctious jugular.
Wave of wave of moons rolling down the sea.
From her eyeballs and her tail perch coats of the earth.
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