cute cut
The last cut of paper
and trimming of the hail
featuring windows outlast
the feral behaviors, golden
quadruplet stinky feet heart
art on the swollen woman
sides tripped and side walked
alone on a backstreet
twisting roses at the root, and feeling pleasant
plastic.
"Make me believe, its not real" that voice whispered.
When I wave came home
only dark and triangular and fingering
the left sonar..drip and the filth shoulder
breath, and the now endearing
honey dribbles...
"With a fake fisher barrel, snows aging sea."
Down in the waters
pants down with the shifter
in the back of the head,
the buttons messed up and smeared
with cheer.
Blue bladed wing, and the cherish of looks, caress of liberation, wrinkles so close.
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