.Flowing softly pinkish foam
Clinging mass of swirling waste
Eyes behold a sight of gloom
Churning flesh come sliding home
Bees and Birds their wings grown old
Their speed has gone their legs deformed
Tiny thoughts that never grew
Are lost among the wetless dew
Smoking.
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