The Rib

A thrill purist.

Only the fastest falls.

The meteoric rises.

In the awesome hydrangeas,

I am taking my injection of cool collectivism.

I am so sick with speed and simpering.

In my silly string garden,

I play with the dead.

Among the maples,

Adam hunts Eve,

wants his rib back.

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