SENSUS

Holding an aura in a drawn flesh of sentence

Playing in the ball park of my hands,

a lacquered signature posture closes with such tenacity 

Compact reign of fingertips brush against the stolen wooden texture

Four plants, one tree

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Playing in the ball park of my hands

a lacquered signature posture closes with such tenacity

Tasting it on the rims of my lips

Four plants, one tree

An ingrowth of most activity

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Tasting it on the rims of my lips

Compact reign of fingertips brush against the stolen wooden texture

An ingrowth of most activity

Holding an aura in a drawn flesh of sentence

 

 

 

Stimulating city landscapes, the founding of a picture-esk iris

Cold, Bittersweet, sour, hot, spicy

Summer eyes that curdle during the night autumn chimes

Dangle in the balance

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Cold, Bittersweet, sour, hot, spicy

Shredded hearsay flutter among the backside of dismantled glass

Dangles in the balance

Stubborn ears on a window pane

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Shredded hearsay flutter among the backside of dismantled glass

Summer eyes that curdle during the night autumn chimes

Stubborn ears on a window pane

Stimulating city landscapes, the founding of a picture-esk iris

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Stories of Ecstasy

A feed of trails left behind were often spirits of drivel

Olfactory sensation frills the thought

of collective title pages

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A feed of trails left behind were often spirits of drivel

An atonement for diverse senses

of collective title pages

waiting for four trees

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An atonement for diverse senses

Olfactory sensation frills the thought

waiting for four trees

​Stories of Ecstasy

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