Parading

we be snapped out of boredom, in a jiffy-

run. Tentacles of passion run rose-wise
run. Tentacles of passion run rose-wise
like flaming strands of opaque red lava. Our soul
like flaming strands of opaque red lava. Our soul
tears with passion, its chimney. The wind cries oof! —Amelia Rosselli
tears with passion, its chimney. The wind cries oof!
—Amelia Rosselli

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