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I twist real lime by sun
vista in her prime while there’s degree to sizzle,
As spiced colors in worn hand are mom’s favorite like snow and rain in drizzle:
More stars turn wet from desires in love and romance pictures fly on breath,
Thus we’re illusional masters to ride on joy toward candles in black death;
Just beginning our end of days through Mexican hours near dawning soap,
While she gets thirsty energy during big grasp of love for cantaloupe,
History about crib as I run grass statistics using green liquid,
Putting sweets inside her ear when I remember to operate dead squid.
As spiced colors in worn hand are mom’s favorite like snow and rain in drizzle:
More stars turn wet from desires in love and romance pictures fly on breath,
Thus we’re illusional masters to ride on joy toward candles in black death;
Just beginning our end of days through Mexican hours near dawning soap,
While she gets thirsty energy during big grasp of love for cantaloupe,
History about crib as I run grass statistics using green liquid,
Putting sweets inside her ear when I remember to operate dead squid.
*This poem shows the kind of attention
disorder I have. My mind mixes up numerous events on certain poems into
abstract data, which appeals more to senses than intellect. "Black
death" is a phrase about burned out candles in darkness and "Mexican
hours" refers to my restaurant visits by Golden Hills. I think in
shapes and contours in addition to color and reason. Enjoy!
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