The bug involved in a thrill
to sharpen the entrance of vines
anemic ships around the ferryman's lines
Pry pennies from the hill
foam of the maniac thigh
melt the blimp who floats to spread out the cry.
The boredom of a troll
who drinks the system to shine
manic rips his closed, millenium mind.
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