rolled gold comes in limousine longing
and rides along the edges of the meadow
where a single siren sits in the center
singing softly to a sad and loathsome
somnivore
O sleep eater! You
baggy miner of tears,
you caustic sweaty
viribaal.
rolled gold..
you are the harmonica ambulance
who takes up oxygen
you are the vivi
vitamin salesman's
friend frond
opposition
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Irrony Observes The Earthing.