Haphazard PeriodA Poem by Onoma
Were you well as sunlight's ascendancy
left darkening footnotes everywhere? Their cerebral pinch and polish born of the likelihood psychotic. Nostrefaru's leaking enamel...the crooked shape of the shifting focal point overspread to no more of itself. Thus the sun hisses as it plumbs its depth... as covert feelers circumscribe the injunction of tongue caught at speak. Runnels of india ink correspond with stones to their haphazard period. Konstantinos Mark
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