Is it wild, honeypocket?
It's something, it's been supposed
Look at the dandelion:
there is so much preparation
involved
The instant gratification
of the bluestone sky
prims the petals
and pleats the parts
alike, of the cuteboys
and the deadgirls alike
The reflection of the common contemporary accretion
is acrimonious at best, complete canorous bedizenment
The veins are all too tendrilled and unilingual
In all likelihood, the caffeine-crash is going
to knock me right out. Just say "Cimarron!"
with some zest
I'm in the corner-
Oh heavens-
We're matching.
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