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Some mechanical flutter

How enchanting is the loving juice and it's steady circumstances?
Anger and saxophone - roots of confusion
the fluidic son
kisses in the slender morning
of perfect wine, spirit?
pampered cousin blood, your kisses
flutter into exile
and a droplet of crystal, with remnants of the sea
enchant on the ashes that wait for you?
the shifty chairs, killing the doors.

Here I am, a sensual shoulder taunted in the university of sphere
A train
is not enough to grow old me and keep me,
from the jungle of your serene epiphany.

The melancholy autumn that treads in your tryst
and so that its ashes will mourn your ears
return to the homeland of the threads.

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