Search terms back into a slurry, plump, downy evanescing in fluff. The slurry rises above affixes and dead gardenias. It’s in her notation. Helium released — thrown in reverse come fall — trees light then darken up amid vilest worms. Better to heal resentment buried in colossal Orpheus, the spontaneous physique. With his gift of sullen agency everything compounded and upcoming’s a take-from in percussive isolation. A bell! Again everything from desolating satire to marsh puissance. 
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Don’t care, don’t moan, one lies only about what’s right, so masking one’s vanity becomes the challenge clinging to verse.