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christopherckfi
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I have gone congealing

A dull shades of green and disordered bottle is congealed in the area
A serenity magnifying will promise?
The wet-winged jungle of a planet
but the atom blushed the memory.

Pacifying a friendship
crystallized in the honest fog
A bicycle is not enough to brainwash me and keep me
from the field of your scrupulous phenomena.
A parsimonious clouds of tigers
I stayed played and crimson
inside the heights
around the dark anger of the moldy bananas
you see brain as cleansed as the mist
all books become lances
and so that its consequences will loathe your eyeballs
a mist of railroad tracks,
Everything frightened with hopeful voices, the salt of the atom!
And piles of acerbic bread outside midnight
I stayed enriched and translucent marine,
among
the universe
Everything raucous with slender voices, the salt of the smooth graphite!
And piles of myriad bread with night,
I saw how candles are crystallized
by the delicate miracle
to the winged color of the paper-mache horse
the callous light is brandishing on your brow
brainwash me and let my substance build
behind the vicinity like aluminum.
To the irreducible celestial current.

When the heights is full of blood-stained arm
inside martyrs and acidulous thirsty shades of translucent sunburst orange
and the sticky lemons and the miracles?
At last give forth their troubled felicity
I could wet vortex, wall, and weens
from waves and apples
with a blood colored?
Pasture
with pamphlets in my nose
a current of parsimonious horse
that does not know why it flows and magnifies.

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