Vigilant armadillo
with demon on your back
the jewel hanging from your snout
adorns the scents you waft
with silver tongued incensements
musky body plates
its unobtrusive furtive gaze
invites a tactile taste
of hybrid simulations
quests for that which can't exist
while explanatory sentiments
enliven bygone trysts
your balance transmits hyperbole,
facts, non-fiction, myths,
a matter of application to your
ardent positifs.
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