dances, a flower waves.
it's life so short, wind is
lifted up in sky, mercies.
it's feet a flutter, moving,
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Clean the house of plays,
of clingy vines,
all scents amaze it's nose.
It searches high, so very
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She leans, so wind bows,
in silk is barely with heavenly.
Governed waves airy rags.
Languid her penitent looks,
...
I can not make a bowling ball
grow from a peanut..
It can only walk around you,
watching your ink run, out the holes
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In the beckoning it was she,
happy at sea,
riding waves of soft shaded pink.
A sharp sting of red, witness,
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Rims are not rims,
lids are as different as are the cans, is
to the jar we stew our potatoes in.
The process is messy at times the first
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When you,
touched me the first time,
You cried.
The shock,
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You look right in, through me.
This window,
my wave it sings of foam and needs.
Unknown to others,
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All washed-up, once more
again on shore,
against the old jagged rocks.
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What we can, I peek out to see.
Grand serpant mounds.
One hill, total eclipse, of the moon.
Back and forth the Squirrely, squirrel.
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