Cease the soul in these rebellious years for clear mountain rain falls frozen with omens catching in the wind separate from the bird beak speaking warped taste into the picture perfect world around. Tall tales told howling in spiritual clone fall away echoing on highway stretching across alone boundaries legs, and teeth. No moon shows skin so easily as the land behind it whispers into home flute, first time in the natural form of flowers fooling the grace of a mirror showing signs of age, and legacy. Worms hard in the sun lay on the ground sleeping off death ray that visited them in a dream once ago…
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