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they say that he would
not be the fallen.
underneath the chance that his word had been from sentient bridge , makes me believe that.
you are the gaff of crossing, the-slow engine of vertigoes estranger. do you
locks me up in a cage , of thunder and rage .

but , sweet ambrosia dear
Krueger of the elves, makes me wane like the dawn suspended me .
it' has no loss ,
no given taste of your wrapped solitude .
as the key has been strangled on the concrete shore .
where you caught me one last time as vowel blinder.
evangelic in an nettle of screams. landward, into my mind .
I found myself alone in the cold air ?
breathing consequence as a barred spider .and now you are slouchy against the rules of lie-down quite witness , as I pearled the lily's , and the weeds of sorrow .
the unspoken truth rambles in my face , like the nutcrackers poet moon .
sweet harvestmen twinkle the light ,move past my narrow soul ,and wind woo's
with a believe of struggled sunrise . this is it , but nothing more .

in my mothers eyes
I see an ocean that will forgive me like
care-bears from outside my window
the clouds of my southerly past ,
show my sweetened Poochera
Dunedoo baby's , dunes of paradise

sedateness , hungry like a Zeus
in a picture of Bigelow POW Verizon
I'm the little dews eurhythmics
I'm genus grouter , as my father is angry
like sparrows in the grouch

on my sisters smile
I'm nature's Orientos Mammon
are we dangers are we Mesolithic misfits
awoken de gelding of are drongo lore
it must be a passion to play
in the ruin of my torpedoes
being warmongering future into the past

Hi angelbride ~

I can't say I understand every line, but I love the strength and uniqueness of your chosen words, and the images they work together to create.
Is your native language French?

Also like your topics and the direction of the messages in each.


~ Lizzy