Within my shudder’s tender grasp, a blessing smile,

Amidst blue-blur scarred skies, society fractures like creme-egg,

Pink baby lips reveal a conspiracy between id and ego, within the yard

Where flamingos prance with righteous blue beetles, zealous laughs.

Crying zebras roam, with ears that bear walls but no eyes to see!

A surreal dance of desire, as sex met million days of dry humping camels, ooh!

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