where our daisies nightly… and our minds politely -
just might be
the rightly garments of
our inner varmints.
or Something has just
Might Be.
but something precisely -
has dawn in a vice. armaments shiny.
and all of our beautiful
dying -
dying ignightly.
parentheses.
so Love is outside
We.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
where our daisies nightly… and our minds politely -
just might be
the rightly garments of
our inner varmints.
or Something has just
Might Be.
but something precisely -
has dawn in a vice. armaments shiny.
and all of our beautiful
dying -
dying ignightly.
parentheses.
so Love is outside
We.
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