Sweet lake town
Ive got a bike that wants to live outside of cider fields
sweet and sour gherkins sitting in a jar
pickled by bevelini the great with vinegar
camel hump full of bags of tea
back pitted with flakes
of greed
chive straws
dessert island
phone-numbers
well that only works
for the family
pink box magic of lebanon
vanilla flavouring
your toast
with badminton nets in the garden
lifts to the bus
with a bag of mount kailash
sieved vegatables cubes
wild like a mushroom child
snorting all the glue
butters gone away
your sweet
my onion seed
sacred pockhara monsoon
rain rain rein
stay stay stay
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