Sara Sara an earwig hangs upon your upper lip a perfume bottle engine whose super-terrific scent is eunoia
lyrical and hunchbacked sara sara you club-footed aesthete athlete so-subtle sara with your accidental passenger sara the wild and brackish undulate
upon whom so many parasites bestow their dis- posable petroleum-varnished gew-gaws which echo your name in vain which are in fact your manes your baleful growths
your treasonous and worry-warted flagella whose base is the terror of seasons *
O how pale and wan your shoulder holding holster owning the radium crayon bandolier of wabi- sabi- p.puvis day Chavannes
wherein the bitter clay is rinsed in wildfong clatter and municipality singular such laissez faire fundaments are hard to find in the sparse cruel yolks of your astronomical brethren
yet.. and forgive the propaganda of this tedium which joins any persimmon
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