and they summoned <br />said the rhyme from coaster <br />to this final acquisition <br />is it or is it not <br /> <br />in this dried tip of the finger, <br />they touched <br />into dis crowded space of reign <br />with words so to speak that <br />sucked any inspiration or being there. <br /> <br />in this custom gathering of people <br />in terms of a divided level of <br />relative constanance <br />it really did break up <br />into thick endurance. <br /> <br />then they were all phlegm. <br />not all at once <br />and not so obvious <br />however it was this indulgence <br />of cough and overthrowing their means. <br /> <br />turning away. <br />then beating the build up <br />spitting them <br />coarsely in masses of <br />phlegm. <br /> <br />then I felt such a relief.<br /><br />celine charcoal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phlegm/
