Nordic clubbing dancing
with dark polka.
Time bucking
This morning it's raining,
and the wind is blowing
wetness wets the surface
human. My shell
is love, the armor-like.
Emotions interpreter poems
in the air to fly as
catapult. hidden fortune
on top of the grief tonne.
The blind lead the blind mute
there is no consensus.
The sun drowned in the middle
the polar night, still be
This morning dark marvelous.
Let someone December
pretty happy.
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