One-der

numbers stand together aligning her fortune with the master of ceremonies. even her breath is whispered into her. all is aqueous in nature. so close. yet she misses again and again her star but this too would be given, ringing appreciation in sonorous strings to be played again and again for her to remember.

clear

an aerial bud blinks.
the aurora compasses, compressing aluminum, disintegrating torpedo. it pins dander. with concave blades, sundering past the remembrance, the radiation burns, annihilating gardens. the tears bare hollow alcoves in strawberry marks. saluting on point, near fallen banana leaves, she diffuses into the axis. traversing past compositions to a gentle reflection of blankness, spiraling in adulation, a bud blooms for Thee

rest.withpeace

nebulous stains her ruffled skirt as scrawny branches tag along, puncturing holes in her cream stockings. with the drizzle her eyes smear, appearing more like holes filled with slimy worms. the soil scrapes her cheeks, as its root sew the lining between her rosy lips, revolving around her delicate neck. with a mechanical stance and shovel at hand, she walks, submerging her satin slippers in a mud that pulls. passing cemented memories held in squared boxes, floating below whirling winds, she walks. she walks. she walks until her knees become part of the cliff's edge. smiling at beauty, the sea, she grabs the shovel and continues to bury her aerie.

sun

cushion

core

inside

flow

horizical

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a single space steps slightly south shrinking stopping sinking noticing north numbers numbing nuclear nonlinear nights filling folding falling finite follicles flowing feeling fires rising running rivers rushing under undivided umbrellas lifting lightly long lingering lines lovingly a