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Of beige gaze. Premonition in the river cast passing. Would those trees looming uncertain by gravity fall on us? The effort tried in setting oar’s agility, so as not to Hit the sides, For my own persistence And calm, willed mistakes is. As. Calm. Demeanour. Wills. In steel. As bliss. Bliss such of slipping out of boat’s grasp to that of illusionary time, Out of speech’s hold, Tenfold, From how summer moulds. Head out, it, I will to lying in river’s sole fine line of freeze, Who holds dear the mute, those who feign not appurtenance of this world, As the sail companion’s left to thinking. Though oars may hit the shore Lungs in silver lining stay aboard. Face backwards. And the bottom separating River and Boat will pretend its existence No more. I walk and my laudability can’t be taken Off. As a current like I Runs air-tight bubbles. /And the sounding: SHeeSH | CLing |LiNK | SHeer | CRinge | PLinTH |. FLOW, mOUld me SOre/
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Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 4:33 PM UTC
Runs Air-Tight Bubbles
Of beige gaze. Premonition in the river cast passing. Would those trees looming uncertain by gravity fall on us? The effort tried in setting oar’s agility, so as not to Hit the sides, For my own persistence And calm, willed mistakes is. As. Calm. Demeanour. Wills. In steel. As bliss. Bliss such of slipping out of boat’s grasp to that of illusionary time, Out of speech’s hold, Tenfold, From how summer moulds. Head out, it, I will to lying in river’s sole fine line of freeze, Who holds dear the mute, those who feign not appurtenance of this world, As the sail companion’s left to thinking. Though oars may hit the shore Lungs in silver lining stay aboard. Face backwards. And the bottom separating River and Boat will pretend its existence No more. I walk and my laudability can’t be taken Off. As a current like I Runs air-tight bubbles. /And the sounding: SHeeSH | CLing |LiNK | SHeer | CRinge | PLinTH |. FLOW, mOUld me SOre/
Kayak passing, speeding, Forest reed, stream clicking And a companion to give you a moment. Silver’s sky that could reek of your lips so strong. A most beloved cloak My tanned shoulder will bear for.
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Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 4:33 PM UTC
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