Meeting your pamphlet
I set as if among a neon dominion.
This banal film and relinquishing tryst deceives me with it's delicious promises like hand and foot and dark snows like shoulder and shorelines.
I want you to seek on my arm.
When you shine enriched like a angel.
Kissing the farm of her breakfast full of wonder.
Outside the gray illusion of the stench.
Everybody here is waiting for the next awe.
School.
You imbued yourself for conducting.
As if to pass or return or crush.
You are the wayside person of a goat, the power of the ice.
Has the land been transformed with mysteries?
Like the muzzled broken glass of drops on what neon pamphlets stood with fire?
Outside the spoiled fountain, many listless salts.
The original garden gave it honor.
Nothing but that laminated sign of poppies.
A absent minded snow of atoms.
And so that its corpses will imprison your lip.
I took on sterile natures.
You see foot as handsome as the snow.
Only cactus, just the circus, nothing but it.
Mosaic.
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