![]() SEWING MACHINEA Poem by Imadjinn![]() I ask when reading my writing to not think, just look at it like a painting and receive whatever images you get. It is all for you.![]() SEWING MACHINE Sustenance like a roller coaster brings back unguent cursed and caressed. We mean to sublimate a graphic point like a shell in winter seeks to experiment a terrify of glycol. Hold back and gesticulate the porous lake of swept " up steaks and suffrage a moment’s enhancement. Dream and property load, toast and fontanelle abode, I like what I have to see and spit out the intake. Mimicking dry land, a hesitation steps off the plain and into a thorough cause of make enemy and retort. Backward again the fragment dusted and shifted to a more enlightening pram, going whither while the wheels held their breath. “Instinct is too much here”, the de-light said and turned on a paraphrase. “I’ve watched hunger for miles…..” It may take a simultaneous equation to help us around here, forgot and overlocked. NTF230416 © 2016 ImadjinnAuthor's Note
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