the blue sky has been burred
butterflies are being black
in to the ammunition
wings
broken
hidden!
the dove
be prevented, clogged,
stretched on the insult cross!
salad
red thick sauce sewed
the guided missile was feeding the babies
the tears, die.
clouds,
so clumps!
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