Naming new feelings to feel them

It's a case of the frond-fading
A palm reddened by smellousy
Germane to the issue, the quiet 
Sense of durdarknoss
Flightspry and wheelfled
A nose for the flossness
Slipping through the clacks
In cold teeth
I find my so called self
On the shelf of librarity
Softly whispering purple nightingalitudes 
Across desks, plentiful with faces
Concentrickery, in which the 
Ears surround the eyes surround
The nose, the engulfed Venn diagrams
Of a temper salved by fraughtsight
Unearthed from the melanfrolic 
Across a seasonal mycoleptive re-order

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