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See That One

There's talk of synagogue, plan of body.
There's talk of isotopes, retreat, attention to cats.
And then he say: "Of course I'm hero
of the unquestioned answers.

Of course I am blight in your waiting.
Fleeting the innocence, arrest from answer.
Lions tamed, bisons lame. Plain sorrow lost to a ride.

This scripture I'm writing
Knows no keeping of time

This area of defeat
Harbors no sets.

jury for the Luster
defend no one from the last

Lost tickets, ladies mentioned
in mouths unsucked.

Your body is stretched
Prone for worship. My trite limbs
Kill for your shallow.

I write nothing for the killer of the limb.
I close my eyes and attend the nature of the south.

Clear the pathway: the medicine has a toll
Our lives lost lust for lively leads.

I mouth your ins.
Suggest theories of fragments, neons unlit. Remembered pools.
A girl in time of a fall, girl in hold of cup, girl in waiting, girl wet.
Girl in lawns, on chair, in short-lived principle. Girl in mind, skirt
Swift like mania.

Girl of win: dull face: body of ugly, untamed day. Wanting, full of wanting
Of face of none yours. In full take of a stand: that one is nothing

If you think of yourself.
Oh creator of naming. Oh sellers of fish to the witch.
Upset me,: make me a new
Engineer menstruated knives
and in lieu of this: show me a crying architect.

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