Pausing for Beestings
Pearls prance into the gutter. Mismatched,
clashing with watchtower's colorless heckles.
Concrete crests, deified sand peruses
my trek home. Pitiless comes the train.
I mean no harm. Calluses copulate with charm.
Thesaurus jungle flouries atop of the city. I garden.
shit
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