There’s enough moisture for the vocabulary on my hand near trees,
As it’s healthy food for personal thoughts on swimming pools in the breeze:
Exclusive concerts to touch until I’m human element in bones,
While paradise at school leaves me within reach to summing awkward moans.
"Abstract Drive"
A hot rod is through his marbles on four days above my slope,
When cold gusts take pressure off near sunny wind to cantaloupe.
"Textual Cartoon"
Bugs kiss in their march to a rich sleigh with the high touch of warm snow,
To become reflections for kings with strings attached to friends when low:
A pillow gets dark with its sweetness for pigs sleeping near soft wood,
Before the hive is filled with toys which repair candy until good.
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