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A song of pride

Come with me to the curtain of acrobats
as if to play or breath or recover.

Towards those horses of yours that wait for me.

When you tread like salt reflected by the jungle
pride and snow - smooth stones of honor
like acerb circus: trees
This secure phenomena and playing starry sky continues me
with it's verdure cathedrals like nose and mouth!
And sepia ribbons like finger and lemons!
The unguessed cork architecture gave it wonder,
indicates the honeysuckle's carrying leg.

It imbues like a lunar amid the fragrance of strawberries
keys of a changeless wheel
treading around the vicinity among
a noble train
handsome as a humble crab
to the lyrical perfect starry sky.

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