conditions

note the calm in ruination
thereof the morning sings
the damages blacken
the deceasing birds
but that production, useless
warms up the skin
with spring world, will tell
it is exactly necessity
in the switches of an emergency

the question will not move
in the screen, windows
and the transformation
of love that breathes directly

increase
extreme scar
the hand has

in answer to loudspeakers
infinite poetry of senses
a question of fixes
the end to given forms
that eat dryness
already manufactured under gas

the constant of abundance
stops memory
that might be destroyed

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