…
a scatter graph
a falling tree
the silent sky
is calling me
it’s pickled eggs
perhaps below
a sort of flute
a piccolo
so soon the moon
before the sun
a smoking road
an open gun
the spanners came
a muddled life
each cul-de-sac
is doubled strife
oh broken flow
a tit in bits
so jigsaw all
& see what fits
the custard cans
& cantaloupes
a tudor rose
spaghetti hoops
…
how exactly do spaghetti hoops work?
odd, but cool visual
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i just wanted to write it t.b.h
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