Dear xanthan,
I hope you appreciate some in-line commentary.
Apple grinds are not filtered out(,)[;]( and) [they]
cling to (the insides of your )capillary walls [inside you],
(speaking )selfless confidence [fill]in[g] your ears
during (the most) wasteland(ish)[-]nights.
It (could )slid[es] off your skin into( a patch of)
snapdragons, blooming love(-lies-) bleeding’s…
(A)[a]s tragic as white rose petals
in a red[-]gloved hand.
But it sits(,) like sweat on (these )summer afternoons,
contagious (on the )[at the] brim of your finger(tip)s,
which handle (and disperse )dampened lust
on (these )adept half-nights that haunt you(r life).
(Flecks of f)[F]ruitful passion dipped (in )saccharine,
(can )you [do] not understand the rush(ing)[ed] roll of
kinetics seeping (under) [into (y)our] veins(?)[.]
(There's a reason why )they(’re) [are] (/) [dipped in red
for a reason.](dipped in red.)
Nay, only for true believers.
Doubtless, some kind of comic book text stimulated this. A lot of stage smoke and thunder courtesy a bottle of spirits of ammonia and a big garbage can.
Good job and good luck,
Brad
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