Thought first begins in
mouth
Tzara
a Sun with a slow metabolism
excreting sterile doves
or roses in machineries of crimson
I feel the same inflammation
when thought first starts in the mouth
and ends a derailed train: penetration
in an alley of locomotives
this titular token of the grave sorrow of the World
sinking in your sleep a dagger
or
simply a
promise
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
Thought first begins in
mouth
Tzara
a Sun with a slow metabolism
excreting sterile doves
or roses in machineries of crimson
I feel the same inflammation
when thought first starts in the mouth
and ends a derailed train: penetration
in an alley of locomotives
this titular token of the grave sorrow of the World
sinking in your sleep a dagger
or
simply a
promise
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