Meter muse entangles
A box of melted popsicles
Pretends to know the sun
Circuit slicing pocket knot
Seeing with a tongue
Flowing mental mud
Pencil thinking of a wavy line
Behind the ear erasable
Styled saffron cylinder
Shiny coats in parking lot
Orchestrated radios
Assembly of parts
Walk past the mitten tree
Breathing walls and yoga mats
Empty jug of bubble juice
Constancy and scattered dots
Snapping all the crayons
Resonating frequency
Psychic humours pooling
Squeezing spectres from the tube
The corners of a sponge
Hummingbird ruby throated
Drinking dew from spider webs
Tempered woven flask
Starlight through a glass of water
Flies buzzing in the grass
The closing of a flower
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