Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Shanks of a smooth dancer
emanating from the secret will.

Slopes of glimmering tar
passing the recent escapade.

Rails of bone flowering milk buds
strings of fettered innuendos.

Time in a riding barrow
stems and leaves attaching
to long phosphorescent hair
wheels chirping through the cut
inhaling grass.

Towns and cities in a hive mind's
slippery walls
the glass bulb and fragrant books
oil of wrath's vertebrae antenna
bent handle's grin of steel.

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