thirsty coast
honk, fru-grains
steel, repeat the dose hammerswift flies
Why so low, and budding? And that thing; so wide and fruitless?
There are more stars tonight, a special kind; blotting stars; grains of steel.
Pull my head down, out of the wind, like you did before.
spectacular
road;
Honk if you desert bumped.
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estuary akka, when geese bumbed; skinny
and libya from the air made an exhibition
aluminium with the super moon on their wings
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