brig sleep calmly cordon
in tree foam bunga, lo
what wrinkled elbow face
now slathered in sulphur
what wheel-like prunes
wading in forever goodbye
enamel door bulb
which painfully display
green traffic
eye cones entering pupil
heavy weevil lip puppets
give stylized snarl
that emit mustache milk
the legs
go back inside the horse
the head not a patent
but a leather hornet
driving surgical whiskey
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