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I An orange overcast this evening splayed pink hues stripes and saccharine beads. The twilight caricatures live golden years. Restless becoming in the garden of her drunken sons their flowers soaked in brass, seams bursting in uncontrollable laughter we pause. To admire the briefness of that era exploding its petals peppering spraying saliently we spill indoors churning across tabletops. My arms hang dead by my sides. Her eyes gaping sway swiftly biting deeply the dottedfaces lurch. Streets fall unconditional amidst tears we comb lips sharply distinctly her stubborn *** stumbling handles loosening she holds my hand my arms hang dead we pause.        II Children babble sunlight across lawns; I hear sirens traffic icecream nips our tongues twinge on windless pipes gust our hair flying smiling at laughter  from the playground behind us. Placid smiles stain enamoured halls; for glimpses we mumble necks crooked sheets flap  draped over bars her eyes waver glisten shiver. A warm breeze dries my hair. III Wallowing I oscillate utmost trep- -idation entangling grappling but hushed beneath foliage eyes downturned soil clings when her fingers impress deeper through to where rivers end. Glowing dawn I turn further lighter almost her hair caught between the floors; gently feverish we see turgid lines the tinniest cracks we pray on tranquil mornings. Window panes blemished it was spring only darker from deafened rivers throbbing; under lucid eyes I fold and heralds blare. We consume the silence sounding from still lakes.
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
an orange overcast this evening
I An orange overcast this evening splayed pink hues stripes and saccharine beads. The twilight caricatures live golden years. Restless becoming in the garden of her drunken sons their flowers soaked in brass, seams bursting in uncontrollable laughter we pause. To admire the briefness of that era exploding its petals peppering spraying saliently we spill indoors churning across tabletops. My arms hang dead by my sides. Her eyes gaping sway swiftly biting deeply the dottedfaces lurch. Streets fall unconditional amidst tears we comb lips sharply distinctly her stubborn *** stumbling handles loosening she holds my hand my arms hang dead we pause.        II Children babble sunlight across lawns; I hear sirens traffic icecream nips our tongues twinge on windless pipes gust our hair flying smiling at laughter  from the playground behind us. Placid smiles stain enamoured halls; for glimpses we mumble necks crooked sheets flap  draped over bars her eyes waver glisten shiver. A warm breeze dries my hair. III Wallowing I oscillate utmost trep- -idation entangling grappling but hushed beneath foliage eyes downturned soil clings when her fingers impress deeper through to where rivers end. Glowing dawn I turn further lighter almost her hair caught between the floors; gently feverish we see turgid lines the tinniest cracks we pray on tranquil mornings. Window panes blemished it was spring only darker from deafened rivers throbbing; under lucid eyes I fold and heralds blare. We consume the silence sounding from still lakes.
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wasteful-words
Australian
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
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