sad, fallopian aquariums decay in my cyclical anemia,
fibrous and fleshy pumpkins hemorrhage sunny, purple symptoms
the anger of controversial emotions disguised as vulgar poems tied between dirty slums:
your body, my body
we burn all your precious words
we eat in the poisonous temple satirically,
and let the cautious beggars pass the sweetest nectar within their imperial cages
the air around the sharp funnel captures your laughter,
as the side dish discharges the bitter filling of the final orchards,
slack temples camouflage in the neatness of your cuts
this address is in dire need,
can you tell?
and then-
spraying medical sheets as low-body catacombs, reproaching the attitude of material flight in comatose 'whys',
daring artificial combustion rests between your thoughts
the covered gauntlet of tangled cadaveric beams sloughs high in sterile surfaces of lava-like snowstorms
loop freely a healthy relaxation:
she walks around under his brusque torch
she ignites the vintage lights spinning around your somnolent hips
and the position escapes as tightly as wrapped gifts in kettle boiled
tombstones
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