Crescent, as it's twin. Hit awkward heads
in-clement weather; like hats when we were younger,
stitching shadows to make us taller
reports to the windows: two sticks
and fire nature innovations.
invitation, invents an 1812 credence that stems
like a star in the mouth of your trial.
Are there lines in the eyes of a copyright child?
Body promise machine oscillation, viscera and
burnt wire smells the rich cyanide glare
Harboured by conquered for 10 winters long,
5 minutes at a time.
Fracture, so ironic, so undeniable, so hypnotic
tonic drum machine rocket
shows and hammer parties.
dear gaurd, did my strobes affect the marching band?
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A very nice piece of work.Do keep on writing to teach all of us for, this world is full of stories of its own.Bye. Edward kofi Louis.