Monday, June 6, 2011

Giant Mammal TP9712PEFF344567.0052

Strangely hot above the spirits
We prod desirous fears under the trees
Bizarre! The twilight felt good
Sinister and humming under the dream
We expel quiet toads near the trees
Be transparent. The thought is born
Very evil behind the clouds
We smear poisonous witches beside the dreamscape
Way cool! The Knight keeps going
backlit altered
in another country
nothing to lose
In whose heart
our neighbour
stop for a while
and find road-signs

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