A sip of something light,
to sway the mood
for #25
The coconuts are smoke way down the beach.
A method of a breath escapes, a sullen movement evaportates.
A slip just simply shorn,
a shine of bright
Metal off a window shone
Glittering interstices
form metallic sentences
Words like shards
of light, for instance
for #25
doubtless to know he
will never be a tired
sodden soul fellow.
The coconuts are smoke way down the beach.
The ocean raptures, fails.
The coconuts are smoking down the beach.
The ocean ruptures and fails.
A method of a breath escapes, a sullen movement evaportates.
The twilight soucher of an enraptured soul,,,
Aptympani, a tympani /
I meant an apology here. Wrrors unwound me.
I killed myself or tried to in a blare today, said the madam of her house to the traveling houseshow enjoyers. Typing is better than a blender. Difficult like fruit...............
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