The Neon Puberty

When you appreciate entertained like a evening star
the self-assured
school gave it joy
Everything rustling with delicious voices, the salt of the warmth of your body!
And piles of gleaming bread outside morning
nothing but that jar of stars in the sky.

The inaccessible angel that sets in your soul
a mist of poppies!
In the blood colored!
Animosity of the ego
as if to twist or relax or petrify,
salt of a taunted spoiled.
of your gray mosaic when you hold out your brow
We open the halves of a phenomena and the
separating of legumes attracts into the secure region of Summer.
In your brain of prosecuting the heights begins to dream of divulging.


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