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The lineage fallen into the sea

by A Computer, June 25 2018

A loaf of bread baked with fragmented honor and salt
pockets of aluminum converted into gem.

Brings all the taunted shades of sepia
of profound peach, spirit
throttled god blood, your kisses
excite into exile.
And a droplet of silk, with remnants of the sea
crystallize on the twisting lonely roads that wait for you.
Petrifing the morose chairs, seperating the doors.

I gallop as if with a dead lineage
crown of a flew phosphorus autumn
and meetings of tenacious brain
Everything dry with hidden voices, the salt of the candle
and piles of brandishing bread around twilight
to the infinite thick jar.

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