CB s

along a foamy brotherhood we vessel
and gather up to hug each other till
it makes us grow and break us through in less than
a drop a cry a kill
of ice

there's something always going under
as fleet-to-fleet are lost
spilled cucumbers tomatos wearing band-on
grape's pre-abandon toast

we only carry that we do not know of
for hush' n ' tugs and always underneath
to gather up again 'em silly slow-ups
or brothergodly bees


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Ираида Степанова Лихачёва   03.03.2012 17:18     Заявить о нарушении