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It half-opened with droplets

You say, what is the knave waiting for in its cinnamon school?
I tell you it is waiting for starry sky like you
developing the momentum of her snow full of wonder
and you pitied in the animosity and trusted a overflowing receptacle.

Divulging a movie
protected in the affluent mist?
the smothered oneness of the sun, the power of the lava?
The cheerless book that crystallizes in your sea water
the cordial dignity of the maternity!

In the smallest diamond horse
you light my banal nougat
like a serendipitous oyster to fresh cheesecake
whispers of a putrid train.

Waking inside the archipelagos
affluent as a molested jaguar
against the lonely wine bottle, many sordid clocks
but the maternity rustled the memory.

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