I have gone forcing
poetry·@fun4thisd·
0.000 HBDI have gone forcing
Since the beginning to understand lost banners and for sea water. A green nature rescues. Next to the dew of the room where you sleep, a dream faints into projection. But I should be untrue to science, smothering among its oily cathedrals. So let us try to divulge a story devoid of alphabetic redundancies. It was a fatherless business of conspirator and scandalmongers. The goblet plan that has everyone bruised. A loaf of bread baked with hairy honor and salt. What is this identity but a memory executed of its forests? A dove focuses its dream of a old ending, its new ending, the old ending of the flower head order - its soft coals. And a demonic angel's ice will chirp you. Outside transparent water and translucent marine quivers. Belligerence and stalks of cattail - defenders of agony. Against the communist promise, many shaken vortices. An odor has played in the middle of the juice, a mixture of jugular and body, a carrying tiger that brings sorrow. I took on lethargic fountains. Halfway. Neither hat nor home nor red nor cinnamon but sepia.