5.
Right then as a shredded root lacking information it all
set to glow up, put tran
quil as a case
to evade foraging re: slash-up and active
regret by a stream of burns and wood-gas, there is no
time everything
fails at her prop
er acid spoof rate
not shrunk now, graced
with acquittal and
the occasion is blind as a knife
to split
or jog back, former sun
light bracing her
loth to surmise and permitted and she's dis-
charged just so that she may
cor-
rupt on a breeze and line, then
as it sped
pre-taxed over my skin / torched lacquer driven by
each of these softened lights
into service, flutter of frayed re
dress-hopes pay
day brick in
the eye of her, scrape her
new say-so sickened and wild from that pigment wait there
is time, trilled and fact
stuffed bales
of it and the gentle love backlog's doused
all over in abated danger, she can
always kiss at my throat cement and row out
arm in arm, on our splinter-trial as a riftless proof of choice.
What does she care. Spare her, lay
her down, case by case.
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