hahaa -- thats good
Noiselessly moving through The water, swift and purposed, Unhurriedly rushing, Beneath bits of left-over necessity clinging To the breakfast dishes. Decapitated arms cut off and cutting the greasiness of life and sustenance with apple-green green apple syrup, deceptively real-smelling. Absently trickling narrow emerald Glaciers into and over one another Criss-crossing across And sinking beneath the Frothy flotsum of used-up suds. |
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