stressing limelight fever pitch, gentle pose of lofty wrist

your sticky stiffle master pose deleted all my gifted clothes


waste and wander seedy soil, tin and foil like tin and man

space and probe surround the globe, an entry point of clothing clothe


weebles woven in the sorts of mother meeting crow and court

detected by the infrared night of ray from light to spread


distant skies of galaxies, swollen waves of tidal seas

flowing gently in the night,


your placid pallor neutral light.



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