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Feb 2019
you're no little me,
and i'm no little you...
and there's no little:
this,
and there's no
little of whatever
is left-over
to belittle...
whatever is worth
the least little
of... this;
and this...
my little-worth
of the most belittled-you,
and you,
and you and
my last iota
in the worth of sentence
in the lost iota,
and you, and.....
                                   .
the mole
that forgot
to stick and stitch
its head
above a labouring
heave of...
                     my
kiss, sigh,
to encompass...
a phrase that
made itself universal
via, a...

            AH (sigh).

make witness...
to intercede
a curating
      spare...
like a sore...
like an ant-hill...
like: woad was
to ever be the newly
arrived at, purple!
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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