Strange
Siege

Jajiajin StuffBear this to ruin That the boy beginning saw corners Burst forth into assault A perspective to wink at Or to mark it cheek-scarred Bending the axiom Left to Right And back again Pendulum sullen in the weary menace But be first Be merry The clairvoyant arms have drawn back Taut Marksmen with stones Dance to their displeasure To the center And mock envy with wrinkles Oh what impetus Impetus! Spit the title Then I'll conscript an unnamed species To flap its wings for my antique conjecture All the sins of mystery &nbJajiajin Stuff


WhimLook to the gray The white blasted sunsets In mind And the longing hours And the many myths And the hot air hating And the echo of a dog's bark And their voices Too certainWhim
We retrieve in silence We butcher with incisions Unto the I Once more shuddering Throw down all architecture The painful facade is payment For that withering expansion The fearful pulse Destructive without purpose Pounding concurrent
Yet carry the complacent Carry the weak Carry the solemn Carry the devout To the mouth of a


Four in Motion StilledBy one of a number Random it came Invisible Risen to shape The endless That teardrop whisper Welcoming Twilight tenderFour in Motion Stilled
With what repose in wishes? Those strands Hanging to frame comfort Two secret worlds safely within And the slow rush of a dying distance Gives way to sighs The four parts in pressure Unified
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