[Newspoetry] Clutch your purse(A sonnet)

[Indigo Agni]

Clutch your purse

Those fucking gypsies;chantpleure jam
yes,strawberry spilled among them
well done,shelled mussel or clam
Burn lush clocks,simple at the hem.

Little passage cries with sounds of a faun,
Shawl **sanguines,He wants her sadness to slur
She can please her(him)at razorless brawn
Exotic wind-alarm clock,as we were,best we shove,and purr

Not Osaka,Turkey,bucharest or ceylon
from the land,no special secret,or lusted sir.
The little woodwinds,made of a harsh appetiting
The tree with parts not to cease for spawn.
Enough sap,to stretch,a mule in evil furs.
Arrow,don't climb too quick,if the shared,perhaps shepherdry is spread,cane 
sugarly,and knighted.

**Accent over the e.

Note:Little passage:A girl,a charector,name.



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