THE SWALLOW OF AN EAGLE
A cloud lest above that mountain and i am thirsty standing on top of a tree feeding my lust, a plane draws a bow above my sky like passing bones by the dogs cage leaving me wondering at the terminal of a departing train,riding by fate offered a lift in it's sticky trunk smelling of only internet wanting me to be stuck! But what if i walk!? What if i walk in a style of a robot and swim through water in a dog style just to take a swallow of her yummy licked by my tongue!
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