Joline
Joline
Calm light
that plight of the butterfly woman.
In cocao butter subtlety
she
a bridge spinner of lunation dwarfing their effort
to meer
mesolithic
masonry.
Thimble those green meritocrats dear mother,
my cat's cradle conduititioner
twisting loops to labrynth
and back again.
Telescoping potential of ground eye grinders
with a whimsy flicker of her moonlit wing.
RATINGS BREAKDOWN
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