Neon penetrates miasma in miles,
Mining my sight with flashing nylon beams.
Thus, here I melt, meld and here I am
One stalk, stirring peaceful sea of milk,
Disengaged from bundle, taints selfs.
Plungin‘ in white silk or dark sheet,
Normal force backslashes as usual.
Fallin’ from branches or niches,
Alacrity boosts their style of breeze,
Of my guts.
So those notes and palms and strums
Sneak in my eardrums.
Obsolete bulbs bulges fair warmth,
Irradiating windswept boulders
Where homeless receives reticent treats.
Like bands sketched on his handbook,
Unspoken red angler in matte broke inwards,
Backed by shuttling moist and mist.
Reminiscent of the other glossy rosy profile,
Avant which sole I‘m enthralled.
Seeing leafs disperse from their cluster,
I wonder not 188‘s umbrella put up underroof.
As each now invigorated. No longer merged.
I pledged.
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