TH3n the sky so pale  as trussed trees     !
     hips smiled at brightly red leafs
to nonchalance a floating Lightly;
       excesses of wrinkled pools of gentle
    tendered skin’d papers of a foolish
poet:  diligently carving thoughts into
        lonely shades of limed avenues
: rendered mordant blue.


   Deceivers of charming coquettes
bow–>  although the paint wet
 dreaming wishingly devouring/

:: 06.15.2020 ::

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