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perjantai 16. lokakuuta 2015

Your arms



Your arms fall:
as a mature cereals
harvest bears verbal
person.
Miracles time is already past
October increase in it
bright neon tree snakes.
After a night slithers
Paradise in the darkness night.
Bring your hands here so
about as tame kid of the goats eat.
Tropic of Capricorn,
alongside it flies
frisky wind vane.
Day after day, staring,
your facebook wall,
and your eyes are encrypted
it's what everyone else realizes.
Point I'm off to rest
I create a silk bed of the sea,
satiny red.

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