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Where It's Not Haiti

There's no such friendship as a pretty unreliable.
The cue is right here: scapular, restricted smoke, soap.
The intention is neutral: a point to no thinking
A response, fall-out, like an interrupted glance
Fragment no possibility: the range of fraction denies
Flat-faced pure telegram-prone tone has its edges
You cannot stop, unlike a walk

Now picture two of this. (Can't you unkill?) Picture stanza
That now refers to a planned theater. Lady sentences darling
To say that it's over, endless. What smoke doesn't fit?
What I should wait. The worst: the body. The next body that is
Supposed to hurt but it can't right now I'm afraid.

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