Bunbury
Radical Sonora
Pollen, reverberation.
Pollen, fascination.
Pollen, neutral state.
Pollen, you go to the center.
Pollen, prolong my life.
Pollen, for life.
Pollen, elusive slope.
Pollen, the abyss of always.
And those broken glass eyes,
dancing like a living uncle.
Cloud quilt braided in cotton.
Turn on the lights, take us.
Pollen, quiet echo.
Pollen, always by my side.
Pollen, sleepless hypnosis.
Pollen, whom you suspect.
The wind imprisoned in my lungs blows,
accumulating disorders.
Tongue of fire, sweet dream.
Come and tell me what I want...Poleeen!

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