be for me usually velvety
undermine girth reason's sacrosanct bidding and torque
leave the white space to storks
iambs gelling transmissional playthings
why pounce there are tremors embedded in ivory
even our eighty-eight limelit redemptions
so scurry to mentally isolate furtive immersion
in cute stalled remixes of levity
chemistry brevity stalk lines
and ruth will be civil she promises premises
overly dowdy in time
will the stalks become supple against the long adage
refusing the fair tall ecstatic contusion
as halfawake stories with fewberry rills and compassion
who knows
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