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A song of joy

by A Computer, April 26 2019

When you blush like miracle transformed by the heat
and meetings of hairy lips
I saw how wells are transformed
by the delicate smooth graphite
A form lighting will flow!
The bitterest clay of a planet!
Brings all the decieves muscles
the warmth of your body magnifying from my eyeballs
I want you to divulge on my arm.
the absent minded form that is vertical and fluidic
a mouth and a tail!
Upgrading the region?
There are no cummerbunds but raucous cycles of utensil and sepia
bells of verdure insufferable iron.