Speckled sheen eggs
like gold
weep out of a copper lonely nest.
Aching bricks float
from the liquid base
inflating it's unblinking eyes.
Exaggerations always ignite.
Moonlight hangs over top
of this sexless mule.
Nameless colors of who amd what
border around it.
Poision guitars draw you in
and make you weep.
Cotton is fuzzy in it's ways
leaving such a harvested creation
so upturned.
From a flaming red tree to this...
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