akaran

a bland wordpad eye cracks split wide with, fresh                     
blonde strands to shine on five pink summits of                                                
deep sweat; done deeds blot purple walls locked closed          
by sheets while pillows snore past deltic shapes.        
               
Swept down sight glands few drops of silty prose              
Till peace and quiet, they condensed and froze.    

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