Next End
Near the Ship of the Desert
dust falls from the sky
You venerating closely
notching at waterfall
Victorian Era in the pouring rain
Arsenic celebrate and vigorous
an old kiss on bureal aurora
Love antimony in soil merciless
province of succinic brook
the antipasto pre poison
Our trancedental kiss succinic
cold hearts beating until the ribbon
free spirit bound trunks
scream your name on the back for me
a slinky records of lost wills
in our kisses to the terse order.
Arthur Nett
30/06/2011.
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