This downpour. Rain, oh, rain, oh rain. Oh, the rain.
Is all this water pour an indictment that the work is not simple as a transcribing flowers. Muck !
I wrote this poem during spring break :)
Shortage of wave
platitude
a shrunken tot
curtain befalling
hydrogen myth lap
in island and engulf
privy to the prayer
gospel is worth
grasp: mister or mystery
textual history
raw carrot tree
gratitude verbatim
(shunta
shanta): vernacular spectacular squeaming. Tot.
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i tried to hum the background to this poem, but the worlds are their own music. mister or mystery, yo
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