| tongues. twisting cringing singing screaming peculiarity
of highest unconventionality, defying morality, legs spreadingality
in reality?
an unlikely match tumbling, rolling around, legs. in leggings. cat claws clawing.
the cat. in your bed. |
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| soft pretzel's yeasts rise
like eyebrows when your sun sleeps
on our river's hips |
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| There are fuzzy plums in my eyes, that kind of feeling after you've woken up only to fall back asleep for another three hours. And you know you've overslept. I'm homeward bound! |
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| To itchy feet and big eyes and day dreaming. Down with big brother so I can get outta convention and make fairy art in faraway places.
Tomorrow is fancy Tuesday. |
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| These cracked hands once clung
To your ideas igniting
Smiles not yet smiled |
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