Chancy Nature

track mysteriously tarred
gaunt gold grasped
training taunting gaze
coarse crumbling create
bewitching trait basked
in taciturn trail

as sagged sun
seeped’n dawn’s lust
pokes fiery tongue

or callous colleen
treacherous tits gleam
though saucy spree

so and so
grotesques’n glimmers glow.
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Published by Zuxiān

A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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