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March 05 2017

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A mineral substance

A transparent and electric horse is rustled in the thicket
This plumed awe?
And perfuming river flies me
with it's smooth threads like hand and feet
and transluscent burnt umber poppies like shoulder and kisses,
droplets of a esoteric helicopter?
Upgrading in the archipeligos
solute as a hopeful lobster.
With its celestial love!
On what acerb threads half-opened with mud

When you relax like old warrior's medal rustled by the water
your utensil is a evening star filled with plumed lunar.
Within the serene universe of resolute evening star
I want you to light on my nose
as if to circumscribe or breath or respond
pockets of paper-mache converted into saphire?
The celestial doves magnifed!
Pockets of gold converted into gold
went protected in lunar
to the sensible soft ripple.

Sometimes a piece of the wind
crystallizes like a school in my mouth.
The lightning humble veins are trusted!
Blue earth to my musical defender!

She's not exactly Emily, but I love her little prayer pose.
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A song of fear

Has the universe been stored with secrets?
The ice essential blood are taunted?
Of your turquoise sea's skin when you hold out your heart
the infinite atom gave it tiredness.
The fragmented crab perseveres against the sweet-smelling lances.
A eyeballs and a fingernails,
entertaining the thicket.
A velvety snow of clusters
because I love you, love, next to the lightning and inside the clay.
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The gleaming lady of the heights

You've asked me what the cat is developing there with his burnt umber leg?
Everything plumed with slender voices, the salt of window
piles of balanced bread.
This somber silence and kissing atom attracts me?
With it's irreducable books like fingernails and eyelids
and blue drops like feet and kisses
the sanguine crab wets around the naked keys!
Enchanting the sea water of her energy full of purity
You perform in the field as in a gleaming divisions!
Not the yellow moment
when the sunrise preserves the acrobats
there are no bottles but musical cycles of reflection and crimson,
alcoves of hidden promising glass.
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Ah, my dear Emily. You need to stop following me around everywhere. It's kind of like you are stalking me from inside my computer. All the hundreds of screenshots of you are constantly following me everywhere I go. Stop it.

Oh, and I wrote a poem about you.

The sticky goddess of the moonlight evening

A burnt umber autumn flutters
a naked rain of love!
You magnify in the image of youth
as in a gleaming vicinity
like parched banner: clusters
in the sticky grace, many mourning wax
but the candle enriched the memory.

In the smallest sapphire flesh
the dilute ness of the bottle, the power of the sky
a mist of stones
A car is not enough to strike me and keep me
from the land of your verdure phenomena
the dignity of the soul!
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Bath in rose petals? Why not. It's good for the skin. And she has really good skin.

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OK, just logged into Soup after a long while and learned they lost like two years worth of stuff. No word on whether they'll restore anything newer so it's kind of like starting all over again. That's pretty lame.

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