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It all began with clouds in the sky.
We used to call them sheepy horses..
Me and my friend,
Every other object.
Same sync.
How would I walk?
Wh..
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She had the abbyss in her hand.
She couldn’t handle this glass.
You could hear the flip flops,
And the pieces as they scattered around.
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11 a.m. sun like a laughter.
You steal a glance from the window,
But get stuck and you do not want to go away.
It will be a wonderful day
Just wai..
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Those curved aloe vera branches
Were
Sexy
Moistened.
Thighs
To me,
Coming
In freckles
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There is not much you can do about it.
A bee is just like a bee.
Will wander around the garden.
Will chase after her own affair.
Flowers.
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There is an underground story
When i see this juvenile olive in bloom.
Of lines,
Of angles,
Of raindrops,
Abstract that is left unsaid.
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Anytime she would see
The branches of aloe vera,
She would be caught by surprise;
Those tall, moist, freckled branches;
She would swear
They ..
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He did throw the sperm on my back!
And it wouldn’t stop coming out.
It gave me a sense of fascination,
And lewd.
I can not explain objective..
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You existed yesterday
Today you are not
You come and shout in my face
It is easy to understand
I am an angel
In this fleeting world.
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I had a dream yesterday.
There was a fire at school.
The people looked at it indifferently
And were swept by the flames
The tables and chairs&hel..
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