wake up upon painted
oyster trash
your ceiling invisible
the sky and how passes
cry lonely in ugly town
vacant telephones
singing tiger skin

The drain glowing state
in river fire
there's the breeze
all are off to see
appointments

meal to call money
get blanket
the limitations floating
air real true things.
There's talk you're dream by

a chain mail assembly salsa
that lovely oil can quill
what time will the roast be ready
a sumptuous load of gila monsters
in mint aspic with fresh mangoes chilled
turn off the phones we're about to eat

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