Wiersze - We rested beyond the welded

"We rested beyond the welded, fenced peninsula,

With frosted baby bites filtering the harbormaster's voice,

Within the city of sound,

The pollination beyond interrogation,

In life's haphazard wizardry.

In a sense, periodically dense carcasses

Shine light upon the backdrop,

Themselves so drained of color and sight."

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