An orange
is curious and furious.
I pick out one of mine
sitting on a long seat.
A pen can't scribble out the feelings.
The bench on the beach should peel.
I'm compassion for myself like a hot syrup.
The front porch protects me.
A vulgarly sentence uses words sweetheart and love.
There was a heavy sea,
which you didn't see.
It's out of order
speak louder,
when the beach sleeps
under shyly moonlit sheets.
A yellow blotch
scatters and shudders
on the way by.
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