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Let me know the sweetness of the canopy. The gentle cygnet garden you express in rows. I drift upon the aching embers of the bark of midnight's supper, its kingdom of darkness that I lay upon. Suspended in the air, rocking steadily on a distant plateau, tilling the granules of the earth in my map-lined hands; I pinch the rocks and sand kernels naming places as I snap my fingers. I go to the top of the city I know, a small yellow house in a crowd of tall aspens- and the Catholic church sends me soda and small biscuits, and the Hebrews help me be a better man. I go to a place which has very small rooms. My legs are like a giant world-sized forklifts that carry the heirlooms of my parents in and out of this universe into another. I make a stride to catch a glimpse of you in passing. I tilt my eyes. I hope that I can see how beautiful you are, once more, if only I lift my head towards the way in which I know you, or the way in which I once had.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC
martin-narrod
4:26:14 4:43AM
Let me know the sweetness of the canopy. The gentle cygnet garden you express in rows. I drift upon the aching embers of the bark of midnight's supper, its kingdom of darkness that I lay upon. Suspended in the air, rocking steadily on a distant plateau, tilling the granules of the earth in my map-lined hands; I pinch the rocks and sand kernels naming places as I snap my fingers. I go to the top of the city I know, a small yellow house in a crowd of tall aspens- and the Catholic church sends me soda and small biscuits, and the Hebrews help me be a better man. I go to a place which has very small rooms. My legs are like a giant world-sized forklifts that carry the heirlooms of my parents in and out of this universe into another. I make a stride to catch a glimpse of you in passing. I tilt my eyes. I hope that I can see how beautiful you are, once more, if only I lift my head towards the way in which I know you, or the way in which I once had.
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
the aftermath from this er... self proclaimed
...er calculating polymath no win tent to kindle, or spark hay8 full ire rate wrath juiced whiling away the early evening hour hath horror hived this february twenty second, nah scared to take a bath. The Process (is a Process All Its Own) eye up ply applies to brain storming with zest to whit barn storming across das plains of google to pitchfork embers tuff flickr tinder lee with smart poetic dip pose zit tool loom hen ate interior darkness where lurks the monstrous akin to Perdido otherwise known as perdition, especially Native American linkedin as The Buffalo Hunter pseudonym adopted by Ballard and Sandrine, The Green Woman, whose Side predicted to win Pork Pie Hat predicated on FengShui yang and yin force fields property aligned creates A Special Place predominantly filled with A Dark Matter only known (bee you wick), i.e.,The Skylark and of course Poe's Children, totaling 5 Stories helpful to down with a chaser viz - The Little Blue Book Of Rose Stories Ideally red (red) in The Night Room, where an unsuspected parvenu absconded with Lost Boy, Lost Girl housing Magic Terror, but interestingly one must ask - Isn't It Romantic? Via the perspective Looking Back feigning to be combination of Mr. X, and/or and Mrs. God innocent looking people yet, the progenitors of The Hellfire Club burnt offerings indistinguishable from Blue Rose fragrance or melancholy Ghosts resembling trumpeting Floating Dragon invoking grabbing by The Throat sensation Where spirits flit to and fro throughout neighborhood Houses Without Doors and games without frontiers this...a millennial Mystery unlike the generic Ghost Story, the main anti protagonist and/or pro antagonist, nonetheless named Koko who calls The Juniper Tree home especially eerie Under Venus provoking Wild Animals to run berserk at lightspeed en masse Black Sabbath bestirs cries and whispers proto, pseudo psychedelic quint essence ova thermocouple holo graphic images hypnotizing vista as Shadowland explicit formula generating happy interacial Marriages nah...ha - ah, the joe cuz on ewe especially, If You Could See Me Now!
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