then clabber-dashed and bronzed in aspic....
fruit-lipped and on a spiny, frictive plank....
wings lap and toes hold....
all heathened-over with diatributes and manifold destinies....run.
...parallel
collide
on
a short walk to the sea....a fresh view of bare air......
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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