“Ancient Salad”
A crowd of princesses roar with fright upon the shore.
Two halves of a snake get organized by a terrible, golden dragon.
Every coated feather under my tree is boiling hot.
Soon, a walking claw becomes one giant print.
Love happens everywhere.
Dreams give false account over these hills.
While staring at the light I raise a dot for pressing buttons of.
Holes open up doorways against her tiny knocking bird.
Roots cover the blue marble until a game is played across deep horizons.
Four eggs are born in tongues.
Where do I put the shades on a gator?
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