Chaos

Rustic rhymes reeling
slopes taunting
bewitched velocity
anointing the drifts
compounded emotions
heaving sighs of lust:
a grotesque incarnation
of the silhouette of the sun

a weary heart
shattering the feelings
under the gaberdine
of a brook athirst

effortless effort
threw a behemothic chain
and pulled a fall
of a heart patience had trained.
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A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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