The Black Appearance
Mild air feels heavy to daffodils
Empty heads like balls
Agency looking melancholy tenderness
As the wind blew gass
Faint lighted and closed
Charming face never says hello
The silence in the vacuum decayed
Like wanting to eat a burrito
No one comes to give
Charming black figure finally arrived
Yarn and needles were dove
the beginning of us closed
Very stiff haltingly
Elapsed smile with rapid wound bandaged like walking
in fantasy
So charming black found
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