Adjudication
Well a hundred and forty six degrees of drip droop is a plant no longer upright. So uptight were the non furling leaves and stem. Plasma dormant. Formation formatted form fakes. And now begins the tidally adjusted bud. Loosely forever alone. With capacity of a land. An untameable free colour adaptable. Sap not a steeple of garden bed. Dig dig dig. Coloured cubes can clap. Cuticles of tinted petals. And a writhing growing mist. Alteration. Derailed. Alliteration deemed. Stepping stones then. Good. *** questionable honour *** adjudication z
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016
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