godmund's words


Mixes the morning antidotes

a quality mystery after coffee and citrine.
With rice, sun builds cities
a quaint line and mimiced tome

Moments from birth,
Donna sways and only sees the Mediochre yellow

Until memory serves right

i trunt.
thread her frenetion
You know, the rituals spiral without understanding.
i make drinking plutonic with farming lunt.

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