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she writes me re one of my scribbles: “an odd, domestic, a little crooked, and perfect poem ~ Just what I needed” ~~~ this petite roaring of approval so dearly writ, and so now, so dearly beloved, a daily pill to extend, power on, to our yet uncollected traveling to a point of max~longevity what little we know of the perfect poem, probably filled the Library of Alexandria, alas, no mas! and I remember words I writ long time ago: “be careful what you write, you might just save a life” so I rest, now I, attach my soul onto the hook of this pinky~fingered crook of a comment, thinking that to have filled another’s need, well hot **** maybe, it may be all that I pour forth, could, might, be worthwhile and will rest now, never to onwards fill each other’s trying needs to perfect ourselves, each other, satisfied to be a little domestic, a tad odd, a little crooked, whom am I kidding? always thinking, perhaps, mmmmm, this next one just might… “valley low, mountain high” deep and high, not odd, worldly, undomesticated, and arrow straight if only… <nml>
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Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 11:22 AM UTC
For Dearest Kiki: an odd, domestic, a little crooked, and perfect poem Just what I needed
she writes me re one of my scribbles: “an odd, domestic, a little crooked, and perfect poem ~ Just what I needed” ~~~ this petite roaring of approval so dearly writ, and so now, so dearly beloved, a daily pill to extend, power on, to our yet uncollected traveling to a point of max~longevity what little we know of the perfect poem, probably filled the Library of Alexandria, alas, no mas! and I remember words I writ long time ago: “be careful what you write, you might just save a life” so I rest, now I, attach my soul onto the hook of this pinky~fingered crook of a comment, thinking that to have filled another’s need, well hot **** maybe, it may be all that I pour forth, could, might, be worthwhile and will rest now, never to onwards fill each other’s trying needs to perfect ourselves, each other, satisfied to be a little domestic, a tad odd, a little crooked, whom am I kidding? always thinking, perhaps, mmmmm, this next one just might… “valley low, mountain high” deep and high, not odd, worldly, undomesticated, and arrow straight if only… <nml>
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Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 11:22 AM UTC
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