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morning clicked, two seraphim gulls
hid to spring the new soul
on the damp dew of the morning beach.
i curled awake, tempting the morning,
to beckon my cold and dewy frame;
to tease the engulfed pull of the itch
of the cold sea, to my churning, burning
living warmth- to quell it%26#039;s qualms
of the new day breaking.
resisted haystack-cotton lovers arm.
that i a frond wreathed in
a cubicle of frost
hung a breathing weight
from the hilt of the cracked door.
nooked having my roots shift
tall trees and skin sore, sore light.
(doves cooed blunt hymns
from the breast-bolted pane.)
praised like pharoahs
in the coal sieving night!
great hushes bespoke the hingeless,
(frame, rootsripped to wake)
songs, salte and strewn
lie there hung without
while, new leaves grew, mushrooms in the rot,
the ever-sea turned in its blink.
really didn%26#039;t spend as much time as i should of, knowing its copulation arose from intoxication.
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So I sat here frustrated
Since I came to sh*t
[but only farted.
Reply:It is good, just not great, it needs somthing diffrent to make it stand out, try adding a comicl line at the end that sums it up, then it would be very good and almost great.
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