I feel like I am Riding a World gone rogue,
People are the saddles with no-girth attached,
disconnected at legs with the bridle of Node,
the bit as the neck and Stirrup on head.
The shoulders the Product the mouth full-of Thrush,
Fingers ask palms to kick on the hoof while Shoes have no Cents an iron the Curt,
to breath the nose is exhale of fear Oxygen grey with acid in Stare.
Eyes equal cinders Coals that from staunch,
stomachs ate belly like lunch on the Arm.
Know shield of Armor,
the skin color tong,
touching with Haste and a post in a Song,
brains on the Think construction of gong,
banging the Silence in drums thumping long.
Wrongs Parts address the flip lid just crowns speaking a negative,
the Clique firm grown strong,
teeth are not bare but I grimace trait shook,
the lips not on smile the stretch is a Sip.
Percent in division the half Circle clay`d,
inking attack Arch presents Crotch enter Web.
The spider in crawl a Skeletal bleach,
the skull in the stitch thigh Scapel @cast,
among in dart Thicket thorns at the spine,
tapping whilst crunching molars rash prime,
the Pong`ping of the spank once a Paddling oar,
now boating straddle in a gore gone pour.
The pitch of believe Times the light with a bulb,
like plants that are potted with Route on a brawn.
That perforated Tear is sheets filter day,
with worth on the Mop push`d cork display,
once the shine raised the knee does a bend,
to mark on the seat a forward come feed.
Bites that are retorts k/no/w idea as the hit,
saves platter on shall week dinner to Fact,
the deposit of bowel on the tongue of a muscle,
no Gag on the strap,
leather is Sat.
The hide bones at stalk scraping the lawn,
mowing Ton choppers the blades of the Fair,
cuts out on clamber turns to the stir,
regarding engage as the foot on a Storm.
Twisting in gut the partition at space,
the between in the Counter is air on the dusk,
scrambling eggs while Shelves are (a) cracked (Whole),
the left is not over the Pan-full rust.
Molds
The canister porcelain with Clamps on suck grasp,
pointing the Picture of societies lane`d on in the green Red at the rage,
confused as the powder that rouge on the pit,
snap in Seen shadows the Sun,
bellows fit Mapping a Comment to the hist in a Brick.
Mortar to Vein the pulp on a Tit,
ankles that hobble with placement of whip.
Blocks of the lumber measure part log,
in the snooze once a button now digit and Shark teeth.
Which impression of Wait on the rise of a lake,
the cloud in the Sky a river brook teach ,
nature be Falls animals on clink,
the bars of the Prison @dust sync a Stick.
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