The Zombie Poems #21079
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The Zombie Poems by Sigfús Bjartmarsson.
In the soft shot suddenly from my finger, the fleshly lines begin to fade and the anger, devastating, infantile and fearful, but of course not a word from that forehead. But for obvious relief, in the blood-colored tones of the trumpets, in the powerful throw of the developing walls between, the body color in a sprint is black and wet on the chest, angelic silver and overlaid with the eroded garg of heaven and the faint smell of love and nature's sweetness. - And I, snoring in the middle of perfect peace, I lay for you magnificent curved roses from new hard iron and fortunate flares of used evil and ancient relics of youth. - And then when you become perfect, we look at one and the same and are badly surprised, as others do, and then warmth creeps into the head and warmth into the bones and prey into the beauty and the limbs are bent and the beautiful lid creaks, much and heavy, opening. And the night sky turned upside down, you see a zombie spitting out a lifebuoy over the lonely man's handy dreams.
In the soft shot suddenly from my finger, the fleshly lines begin to fade and the anger, devastating, infantile and fearful, but of course not a word from that forehead. But for obvious relief, in the blood-colored tones of the trumpets, in the powerful throw of the developing walls between, the body color in a sprint is black and wet on the chest, angelic silver and overlaid with the eroded garg of heaven and the faint smell of love and nature's sweetness. - And I, snoring in the middle of perfect peace, I lay for you magnificent curved roses from new hard iron and fortunate flares of used evil and ancient relics of youth. - And then when you become perfect, we look at one and the same and are badly surprised, as others do, and then warmth creeps into the head and warmth into the bones and prey into the beauty and the limbs are bent and the beautiful lid creaks, much and heavy, opening. And the night sky turned upside down, you see a zombie spitting out a lifebuoy over the lonely man's handy dreams.