The rain had amended it in fossil fuel

And the soul turned back from life

Over there behind the shelf rich rinds

A precious flourish of tangerines

You to the kilometer of smiles

Mainly quickened by the pulse of terrain

Lush solutions to a ceviche arrival

Merely demeanor how to the tongue

Crackling fissures into matcha

Some reason overturning the rest break

Wave repetitions along bees and baby insects

These sick days making themselves known




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