hell is some riddled material
you have to set against
to make for had bellwether three pieces that
will need it back to make better
pee, having to having sex
someone had who does (but not both), their
thrill of setting up each other's (your) acquitals
or, hell, both, the sub-dom benign
seat the sink
lean-to leant against as wall
taken up the space
angles again softly gone or the surface held up by
relating or not, to admit, allow calm
a killing whose diseased fear's skipping
and so becomes it, to worry space
hell could be gone or gone
if gone not gone to
but out of body
hell of my gesture past
my given some dress in body length zippers
to undo the sheath and regain it
knowing how delicate you want it to've ended up being
three deer eating grass
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