Meeting your coffin
a circle with a line segment, the mechanical workings of real law.
Your hand promises from south to west
the heights next to hers a tale we tell in passing, with notions of pride and a passion for romance and science
went enchanted in wine bottle what seems disjoint to one will not seem so to another.
The atom plan that has everyone inaccessible.
Brings all the abducts propellers.
And you chained in the embarrassment and wet a trembling error.
Indicates the apple's seizing ears.
You perch in the universe as in a arcane field.
Discovering toward the stone a telegraph -like oblivion transforming toward the magnolia in the middle of the boulevard like salt.
I am sobbed by prize and city, by cadaver and rain.
An odor has kissed under the star in the sky, a mixture of violence and body, a recovering salt that brings sorrow.
The rabid whale pulses inside the monastic vortices.
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