Highbred bags
kept around to be
forfeited against
the initiatives
of whimpering remnants.
Dark snakes
so rounded
wilt in mellow touch of
sweltered swamps
split up
in the swatting adhesives
of blooming logos.
New bubbles
new touches
split ups
broken heavenly
ardent desires
in the rift of clangs
under the pivotal control
of the unlinked smashes.
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