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an earthbound comet
spinning with delirium
igniting the bouquet
set before the valentine
as words drift seamlessly
into pungent soundscapes
replete with foam and figs
harboring the testicular joy
wrapped between blankets
woven from sonic booms
unleashed into the skies
resembling pincushions
fashioned from fantasy
lost in echoes bouncing
endlessly in the void of tremeloes

(no mistaking maldrake the innocent)