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EvilToasterElf
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The chaos of a bed of flowers
Writhing in the sun drenched hours
Leaning like an unlearned child
Clutching at the lucid rays
Tender thoughts have left the wilds
While survival is the daily wage
Sipping from goblets of thunder
Fused with barometric glee
Watching like an armless clock
Rugs that dream crawl out from under
Drawing sparks from barren rock
As continents float in the breeze
Writhing in the sun drenched hours
Leaning like an unlearned child
Clutching at the lucid rays
Tender thoughts have left the wilds
While survival is the daily wage
Sipping from goblets of thunder
Fused with barometric glee
Watching like an armless clock
Rugs that dream crawl out from under
Drawing sparks from barren rock
As continents float in the breeze
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That's a very nice phrase.