Cobbles Wait to be Trodden

Cobbles wait to be trodden.

Butterflys flutter by.

This crooked flower twisted yellow tortured body

Big noise from Winetka lingers on my left in the ear blown out along the road.

Framed art fills my mind

When a man gets on the Beluga Caviar, well....

To the well one last time.

well water's run dry

well met

as well as

well-known

well-defined

well-written

well-crafted

My mind is too well-written.

Says Huang-po says

men fear forgetting their minds men,

fear falling men

fear falling

fear men

fear

my mind

thots lernd

so well?

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