SleEp)?
you,'re are an pale sweeping pliant loosely club
        bashing softness
  upon my cobbled unsplendid
      ink
                    and smashing
     viscously the poppies
          stubborn lungs
                                                          dusted
                                                             imperfectly
                                                               arrogance
                                                          a you lovely supple fire
                                                        the opened closeness
                                                                of cotton treasure
                                                             fluttering
                                                                               existential
                                                                    motes
                                                                                and the you
                                        

smell like razors          cluttering
        silverly
                        the knelling
           harbor
                            of
           my
                       soft     hardness

                and
you are a majesty .wholly





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