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Sharp crunch of crisp corn kites
Flying from cold digits Descending into an abysmal cavern Landing on a supple moist red carpet runway Pierced by stalactites & stalagmites of ivory Dull chatter from labeled squares of plastic Clumsy flutter of impacts Fall from the tips of cold digits Launching lofty constructs aloft Seldom soaring from the supple moist red carpet runway Tinny trickle of ebony elixir Steaming hot fluid chilled by dead air Cascading over a cherry red hill Staining the spires of ivory Streaming down the abysmal cavern Echoes bounce off six surfaces Hanging in the dead air Filled by accumulated distractions Cold digits tremble for the warmth of matching numbers Cherry red hill quakes to be kissed Abysmal cavern gasps for the caress of sweet breezes Aspiration to resurrect the dead air |
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Hi (((Techno))) ...Cold digits = smart phones = disconnect???...
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Hi (((Techno))) ...Cold digits = smart phones = disconnect???... (((Leigh))) cold digits = my cold fingers crisp corn kites = tortilla chips moist supple red carpet runway = my tongue stalactites & stalagmites/spires of ivory = my teeth labeled squares of plastic = computer keyboard keys abysmal cavern = my mouth/throat ebony elixir = coffee cherry red hill = my lower lip six surfaces hanging in dead air = the floor ceiling and walls of a room matching numbers = a hand to hold sweet breezes = the breath of a lover |
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Thanks for the insight, now I see...
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Yeah got it first time reading I think it's great. make sure you brush those stalactites and stalagmites of yours .. |
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Thanks for the insight, now I see... You betcha. Thanks for reading. Yeah got it first time reading I think it's great. make sure you brush those stalactites and stalagmites of yours .. Good on you... you must have one of my secret decoder rings. I appreciate you taking the time to read it, and I'm pleased you like it. No worries, I scrub my ivory spires at least once a month... whether I need to or not. |
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