In a cave of Ganymede we have to rest our bones
And then everything after that is poolside
And not even fireside and I have to take a piss:
Why then I am only a peachy heirloom:
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Scarred without any goals, the unicorns return to
Home base,
The beautiful flowers percolate and it seems that I
Am getting old,
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Now it happens to be that I found myself for
The first time in the last modern gold rush: even if
It wasn’t real,
The way sometimes butterflies arent very real as they
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Up in the cradles of nard- up in the jubilee of
The feathers of Indian headdresses:
Taking walks in the cauldrons, following the indistinguishable
Tracks of a sky without a moon:
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Up in the cradles of nard- up in the jubilee of
The feathers of Indian headdresses:
Taking walks in the cauldrons, following the indistinguishable
Tracks of a sky without a moon:
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Recoiled like a serpent after his spring:
After whispering of the wisdom of her sexes in her ear,
And making her eat that thing,
Causing the burning planes of summer, for her young and less than
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Radishes curled on a table of white,
Placed there blushingly by my love’s brown fingers under the
Twin penumbras of the maroon coolers
In the open cavities of daylight where the sore throats of
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Up in the attic of redressing conifers,
I cannot help but to imagine what we are going to
Sell today,
As all of the stewardesses yawn and open their
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Forts of cadavers with their
Favorite flowers,
Showing off for tourists in the pollinated showers
Of spring,
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Bobby, the fairytale is yours: it sings
Through the houses, wilted away: down with the
Green spectacle of coffins
In the yard,
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