Riding his bag

 

 Riding his bag    
 filled with trouble and fury    
 the man of the caudine pitchforks    
 fell in love with the day that is dawning.        
  
 The place is unstable    
 death row    
 circumspect jet sample    
 the honey of the last risings.        
  
 To maintain the lower jaw    
 clawed pochard    
 worsen the situation    
 outside the curvature of time.        
  
 Do not move    
 addiction monster    
 be the continuation of childhood crickets    
 lower the need for voluptuousness by a notch.        
  
 By vociferating the name of delights    
 dewclaws are pain    
 watertight walls of withdrawal    
 foraged meadows without flowers for no reason.        
  
 No smiles under this screed    
 the hands suggest the origins collar    
 the sun crumbles its secrets    
 it's time to get up early.        
  
  
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