Vernacularity Uncertain


Sorest mind, I come this time to soften throttled hope.
With lavender mountains in cordial compliance of isolated sherbet skies
Voicing opinion to the ominous river beds underpaid by attention.
Ascending vibration consumes the senses and relinquishes all confusion.
Like red licorice lips abound by glassy eyes and fixed stares into unannounced feeling
i venture through your tapestries of past grievances and submit new paper-mache.
Ever so talented in tranquility and self reliant abilities to breath under pressure
so challenge me not your corse desire, but expire unto me someday
in lengths of gray hair.

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