lizards have been had/
lost in a rush;
palpitative mess
with feet
drenched in leaving,
kept in binding.
dark as sirens
muffled, once or twice
washed up on the shore
with peckish reptiles,
and escape was
an escape, to scurry
was reasonable
through the blue
and green fields of
demeanor
innovation seldom left
piles, mountains off the coast.
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 4:31 PM UTC
lizards have been had/
lost in a rush;
palpitative mess
with feet
drenched in leaving,
kept in binding.
dark as sirens
muffled, once or twice
washed up on the shore
with peckish reptiles,
and escape was
an escape, to scurry
was reasonable
through the blue
and green fields of
demeanor
innovation seldom left
piles, mountains off the coast.
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