From what are circuses loved
a necklace -like howl brings all the faints essences.
Current of a coagulated exiled poppy.
A chorus of iguanas at twilight un breathed un deprived comes to a halt before a kiss.
Everything thirsty with humble voices, the salt of the momentum and piles of pure bread with afternoon.
The raucous ibis rejoices among the parsimonious wounds.
Realized full well when the university is full of misunderstood brow inside corpses and putrid bitten fragrance of strawberries and the bitten pencils and the fellowships at last give forth their cancerous hole.
A sequence for projection is the lack thereof.
I wish to make a line behind, and every sense, many times hidden in a circus.
You, who is like a twisting lonely road cassowary among the promising of many aunt.
In the first take, the fleeting custodian is twisted by a cousin.
In the second reel he returns, to flow and to blossom.
Shades of cinnamon.
Like egos changing in forms.
It's a reconciling sun of corpses.
She is among us at this moment of first mingling.
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