zsh - Hello Poetry

From air I have crept in spheres through caves underground making an entrance to the roots Over time, I am hardened in the cold Om thrill up freezing oar, toads forest Ice thin growing over a jewelry box of mineral instincts slowly foraging for the silica as it enters me, a cool bath of fingers, forming thousands of years out of me

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Feb 26, 2012

Feb 26, 2012 at 3:13 AM UTC

Geodes

From air I have crept in spheres through caves underground making an entrance to the roots Over time, I am hardened in the cold Om thrill up freezing oar, toads forest Ice thin growing over a jewelry box of mineral instincts slowly foraging for the silica as it enters me, a cool bath of fingers, forming thousands of years out of me

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i. Arc.tic Eur.ope mark.ings wo.ven to lea.ves – 8 Salix Boloria nails whisper the rocky, submarginal dark – triangles of Alberta and most wide – arctic willow (except, occasionally, other spots of Discal cell) Numero Uno, we've parallel branch ( n. ) with basal spot invaded by the darker adjacent colors or silvery white; ii. Fo.od pl.ants l.ight Ka.nsa.s defined Oakland or the apex clasp inner face of Valva Texola Higgins. Food? Brooded multiple orange various species, obsolete cells Yellowed cast; transverse lines..............(...) 9 Chlosyne wings; dark Maculation Virginia portion iii. re.d ex.tend.ing multiple orange (except Vesta Millicta) Athalia Ambigua Callophrys south brooded flowers connected wing tooth like line but central gray new Juniperus

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Feb 26, 2012

Feb 26, 2012 at 3:02 AM UTC

Washington county outdoor school

i. Arc.tic Eur.ope mark.ings wo.ven to lea.ves – 8 Salix Boloria nails whisper the rocky, submarginal dark – triangles of Alberta and most wide – arctic willow (except, occasionally, other spots of Discal cell) Numero Uno, we've parallel branch ( n. ) with basal spot invaded by the darker adjacent colors or silvery white; ii. Fo.od pl.ants l.ight Ka.nsa.s defined Oakland or the apex clasp inner face of Valva Texola Higgins. Food? Brooded multiple orange various species, obsolete cells Yellowed cast; transverse lines..............(...) 9 Chlosyne wings; dark Maculation Virginia portion iii. re.d ex.tend.ing multiple orange (except Vesta Millicta) Athalia Ambigua Callophrys south brooded flowers connected wing tooth like line but central gray new Juniperus

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i. We've seen armchairs yarned in factories as they take away great grandmother with cancer of the lungs, a string of long fluid woven into her assembly apt for a tapestry, a long room that is woven of her memorized thread of choice. A Volta television swamp floats until breath emerges gentleman like, heated from its length of rope nerve. Six looping pythons in one belt 4:44, a tilted mirror and a bookshelf.

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Feb 25, 2012

Feb 25, 2012 at 10:28 PM UTC

Cur.tain

i. We've seen armchairs yarned in factories as they take away great grandmother with cancer of the lungs, a string of long fluid woven into her assembly apt for a tapestry, a long room that is woven of her memorized thread of choice. A Volta television swamp floats until breath emerges gentleman like, heated from its length of rope nerve. Six looping pythons in one belt 4:44, a tilted mirror and a bookshelf.

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Those are soft windows that keep these four eyed rooms in our pretty cat yarns. Asleep under the mouth of a friend, or a spiral love contained in each small hair. What formula the birds make at our wandering language(s)– researched for eighteen years before we meet in the flesh beneath a flickering halogen. Arms we attach, the extra wings that we have set upon one another's broken shoulders– the ones to repair the loss and pay for damages inside our breath. Souls wiggling next to each other from the radio waves inside us, to the licking skin, a nights alone weave person to long anchored person– Build the secret machine in us. Tuned at that night watch as the snow passes down our loving loop story– It's Myst of our devises we must someday submerge, alone one another to final transmitter tower, a dark left turn upon the electric, we gotta go down that channel, the open sign where an electric daisy rises up.

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Feb 25, 2012

Feb 25, 2012 at 10:17 PM UTC

Loop shows

Those are soft windows that keep these four eyed rooms in our pretty cat yarns. Asleep under the mouth of a friend, or a spiral love contained in each small hair. What formula the birds make at our wandering language(s)– researched for eighteen years before we meet in the flesh beneath a flickering halogen. Arms we attach, the extra wings that we have set upon one another's broken shoulders– the ones to repair the loss and pay for damages inside our breath. Souls wiggling next to each other from the radio waves inside us, to the licking skin, a nights alone weave person to long anchored person– Build the secret machine in us. Tuned at that night watch as the snow passes down our loving loop story– It's Myst of our devises we must someday submerge, alone one another to final transmitter tower, a dark left turn upon the electric, we gotta go down that channel, the open sign where an electric daisy rises up.

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