frenzy of string nests
once creations of
rough raglan & thrive
water slip any
muted mouthing past
seers looking dead nor
holding together for
one kiss from Paris
or some new and pale
*Helen* of tight forms--
whose opinion slips
sooner pine needles,
balcony habit--
where the Cartesian
lies do growl like kept
pound hounds--hungrier--
now indulging the
body of going
most pleasantly loved
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