inflamed nectarine.
resonance sun..
I need to tell you,
you... our my breath
Catch you opened... save time for the watches ticking lets go home
with grainy eye'd television.
Sunday watches over your pencils,
gravy dropped when your crinkled nose
stopped sniffing, I am legs with super nova.
Now go home button up
forgot about the hole in your glass
so topple on over next to the old chirping knee that bucked
you like a bull.
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