Somnolence seeks solemn scenes
of opportunity.
Marrying many meak meanings. Merrying
near knife
outskirt of
losing light's
ever-present eyes. Even
now needing
ceased censorship. Serendipity
eventually encapsulating everything.
(Mr. Shea, pretty please count this as the 30th of April's post, not the 1st of May's)
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