creatures beat and savage sheets
windblow in the microfilm
library constitutions vindicate the
otherwise unsavory denizens of the bathroom socity.
you see the meat turning brown in the flames?
that is the taste of the ridges plowing slickly through your
brain.
hatching eggs bely the crispness in the air
tyrannies will rise and fall in history, in plain sight
will every leaf dwindle to earth and then be gone, but
not alone, familiars trailing with all the souls to heaven,
companions in the starlight, searching
for salvation in the sparkle.
Birth sign: Cancer
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