just bit a plum out of fruit stock sparkles soared to a dim lamp light it painted crimson next to the checks I rotated bulged edges side by side just to reach the breaking point
observing through wide shut windows in hundred meters tower above when willows fell to dusty moors how I landed on a hilly snowy ground it seems you masterpieced this picture out of my shattered glass
kicked a fish rod on this fruit's cover guess tight fishnet returns his fists and *******'s sugarcoated in seagrass
gates of his citadel placed lifetime guardians my eyes are on railroad station in my half-sleep when trains arrived at schedule pitbull jumped over the fence and bit me in my left hand gnawing young wrist
all along this apartment is filled with air from now on laid floors are shaking and statue of me is. bit this fruit from an unexamined angle didn't pass me token and now I wipe weepy eyes in sight of stature of you sobbing in my blanket but inside I'm two steps ahead
con art in flesh waving goodbye picking rotten fruit and dropping it in a pile of trash moreso I'm no plum degustator them acnes will blush my forehead toyed with you like a child