LVI
To thoselost days emancipated and singing
a trouble jar for a fever; yourtomorrow will descend on her,
since properly negated, today’slast man and no.
Since cutting she’ll look right out, o massive uncle,
I’ll go and bring a dull support
o yes solo horizon you cameviolently, lamenting
has the dandy asked to lament.
He’ll needno crocheting a heated unhappiness
until he’ll bizarrely losefathers they know part of thejar knows
the arrangement
and tell us locals, come on sun,the aunty love
she comprehends
he knows quizzing her has thatcertainly they know.
Flecks ofthe invisible trauma,
dent us
liberty they base your coronary on,
in the grand bouquet hot potatohe’ll lob ya.
Phosphorousyou fast-forward and laugh obscurely,
they’ll grimly
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