circa moderate L.E.D. tocsin
utter darkness, all together we had approached in
saying which I
all together we were stop my mouth
is full can't were hopeful we
had hoped to approach, to a fanfare
from a blaze just skipped out had the right turn
over and trust still full over had
we done this
she asks, I frown at the fireside pane and smoke
idles out of her
budget alarm break on put wasp-incut by as little
to do through the playground, the intercepted letter
of the Abbé Guyot on our minds we
were approaching had
more time did
choking in enraged
hope stay with us for for
ever step up money down step
down pay up stop flat:
I am content with a contentless anxiety,
cobalt and indigo, see the sea-rudders
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