I Spilled My Story

By | 31 January 2013

I wait, resight it (usually offer the right choice)

head submerged 1-2-3 white eggs ring the river, numbers have the capacity to sing
thereby demonising forests … 4-5-6 at any time the formation of ants sympathetic to
the vibrational sounds of the poem, alas howling engineers called for more and ships
set sail across Kashmir … wings, wailers and frescoes offset as trees, such a tongue,
virtually tongue lightning against the ceiling, clarification: conservation mainly a tiny
layer of soil, aeration critical of dots, the abundance of the Red Sea and upon a
smaller scale Atlantis, that bug-eyed canary, black-finned, bluish-purple …

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