A silence speaks up at ungreen 
age for an unknown, finding 
dark matter in hiddenness 
of sleazy light. 
A dove in the valley of tulips 
stops a flight for a wayfarer. 
What was that persisists, in envioronment and bunkers? 
Queen bee will decide for a spliced 
dawn of honeycomb in a bloodless coup. 
The stings were the torchbearers. 
A smile comes out with a walker. The 
vitals were dysfunctioning. 
The end does not need any comma.
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- Published: September 7th, 2015 23:30
- Category: Nature
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