Here comes a ruminant acrobat.
From the late hours’ sea.
Blows the lamp off.
Lays down the side of mine wept.
For the prophet Daniel.
A blind lady down there.
Cognate.
Murmurs in a tongue unbeknown.
A heavy butterfly on the chest.
Broken drawers inside.
The booze she gets the aunty sorrow in that attic.
While tambouring.
Expelled from philantrophic schools.
Passes through the street this sightless a feline ebon.
Just dead an enfant in the gunny sack.
Wings did not fit in.
Yells then so the grandpa.
A pirate ship ! is sailed into embayment.
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