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Glorious sunrise rolls up in the sky...
Cicadas thrum,
their golden net a hammock for memories of summer...
Searing wood scent
eagerly fills the air...
My inguinal pain,
watching mating of moons...
Mother Earth, a gift so rare,
A place of beauty, beyond compare...
Fleeing from herself,
the teeny timepiece kitty...
When you walk at night,
Right by the street light...
Bleeding sonnets written in
Latin, a narwhal breaking...
From the moisture of the soil and blades of the...
There are little fairies willing to arise...
how could they have known
that this family meal would...
Don't bury my pain
in your sad blinking eyes...
performing a jig
brought a wriggling worm out for...