analytics, parasites appealing to the naked eye; damage traceable
like a love line, a life line, badges, peel back the fabrication and a surprise lurks there: the touch of heat, heaviness, tightness, that assumes its place in a place it should not be
decomposition; discover the compounds that have joined forces under sealed roofs and broken skies
the blossoming recalls sensations of the highest liberation – a kite rises upward from the earth, the string grows taught, the child takes a generous step with red hands
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Great poem. I am glad I found your blog.
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