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When We Define

Its last casing tipped out of its meat.
Notebook's supposed to have made use of pens.
They are only of metal through words
That rust when there's no stopping a rain
The children have not heard the sound of before

The sun picks out pollens and just dries
Up all of them all over the ground and lain
For flies to pick at; women secretly touch
And think about of giving to husbands
They have long since considered sane
They have been considering alive
And serious and wry but seriously unmoved

By such violent stir you and i command
When these items turn out to be none
Of the things i keep a lock of and of
The things i need a lock for and say i own

You lady do you think it's just going about
Picking trays up and setting them lines
As though it's all but defying you
An insult to procedural method gods- We
Have only control of your recline
In fact no one sees it as real correct space
If by real part you in fact dismiss, say, paste
As what they say ontological and answer we need-
Two views from the front on top of all
I would have renamed on my own on and on

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