The suit of clothes that no longer fits
Sits

And you are else

And I am
No ******* idea what I am

On Thursday I became
Songs of a gavel

Pount
Luv that ****** word

Out on to
.

Can't say it
Can't

And I've spread
to steady myself

fat into you
I become

lint
On a sing
U
Larity

So attractive this dark
brown
strum

curvalinear
dive
pour
drink

Stop
Where are u reading
this

What can you smell?

That
Is how empty

or full
of a lizard

writhes
In you


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