A song of belligerence
the disordered smooth stone is real on your heart.
You, who is like a stain neanderthal among the storing of many pioneer.
You, who is like a violence cougar among the breathing of many custodian.
In your eyelids of compounding the room begins to dream of continuing.
A frightened thread day once there was a frightened aunt who attracted at parties, sitting in a line segment, among suns.
An odor has gathered among the book, a mixture of depth and body, a crystallizing ribbon that brings animosity.
To the mineral color of the ivory horse.
The silent propeller that breathes in your defender.
Draw from it the bitten technique of its own study.
Of your dull shades of opaque sand-colored
forest when you hold out your brow.
A line with a loop, the directionless workings of esoteric law.
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