Two words mate in my mouth to form a third The way, enemies become friends The way, age-old enemies turn lovers. They meet some new Some cursive, some ugliness Both creating violent waves with some coral cliffs of age-old consistencies on the way to an utterance Like the confused Sun lips blooming before a vomit, …
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