If all the mess
Makes sense
But Im@ bad at hitting signs

Then truth is
*****
For choo-sing
which
Conceal or stay in wine

How many "s"s
Does necessity progress
To make oblige unwind?

My karma cleaner broken twice
This time of life
And warrant's late fortnight.

For mid-sëptémbrè hard heart dwelt
In residence of kind
Mind. Now it shАffles
From a loss
(not only mine
How gross)
Among E.E.ish lines