Quick Vacation
The wind is quite sweet like a bell with much defense.
I walk beneath a whole lot of spring toward her offense.
Another cat is dead under two gutters between more cars.
Love in some other event makes women cry around stars.
Maybe one word transforms our significance in a mile.
Something breaks through disturbance for which I smile.
Walking along the traffic’s magnitude is music to my ears.
Mom craves for gravity although Pismo Beach leaks on years.
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