your redemption....
.....wore the waffle-soled plantigradients to the affair....
in a slow-dance, mimicking ostrolets in estrus, three-plumed
bergamotsters offered frangipanetti from huidalent trays....
trailing arboretums, mitigators held cups of pastiched pomegranitas to the lips of those willing to sip with refulgence...
while in the vestry, fans clubbed the interspersers...
it'd been a torque-strewn road from Karabash to Akbash...
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I would like to translate this poem