held is it if summer is most?
(and a bluffing manure ) finely a hotness
of unmarking serf. the beach
gambled with moonlight
errant frolicking cluttered foam
and a little sharp rock bruising your palm
which is unshallow purple
like the firmer shade
i am whereing
on optic
orifice . spring is first. a wig of new moist teeth
cranking tirelessly sore lean branches effort
lessly green voice shaking in a gorgeous
breezy plain. crumpling swift hesitant cold
floundering winter shes'that like a me
a stupid magic at feverish impulse plunging
haphazardly clinging impotent listing surge
over the hairless empire of a bud bisected
most perfectly at the twaining force
this godless holy impudent burst
this SPRING
Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 12:39 PM UTC
held is it if summer is most?
(and a bluffing manure ) finely a hotness
of unmarking serf. the beach
gambled with moonlight
errant frolicking cluttered foam
and a little sharp rock bruising your palm
which is unshallow purple
like the firmer shade
i am whereing
on optic
orifice . spring is first. a wig of new moist teeth
cranking tirelessly sore lean branches effort
lessly green voice shaking in a gorgeous
breezy plain. crumpling swift hesitant cold
floundering winter shes'that like a me
a stupid magic at feverish impulse plunging
haphazardly clinging impotent listing surge
over the hairless empire of a bud bisected
most perfectly at the twaining force
this godless holy impudent burst
this SPRING
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