Very dazzling about the dream
I swallow peaceful witches among the grave
Yo! The birth was good
Very florescent in the water
You prod lustful sensations under the flock
Yo! The twilight will vanish
All damp beside the water
You envision odorous rabbits below the flowers
Crazy! The heat is dying
backlit hungry
at a crossroads
something missing
From what country
the hero
grow old
never knowing how
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Incoherent Poetry
PoetryPoetry that serves to clash tonally and ideally with the objective that a new tone, genre, or coherency (some semblance of sense at all) can be made from throwing different ideas together in a bizarre gathering of words.
