singularity is pretty singing
lanky boylight stems from sea brain
linger here until the coy train
happens to be coiling
through and through and thou
sands of immersive youngery
the distance between haven and new
heavenly bereavement is expression
notwise and the latitude
I give you dictates how much
longitude you boast
some circles live under
the eyes and my impression of you
soaks up dust storms
soaks up waste lawn
soaks up butter dust
for this I'm only passing on
expenseries and java notes
it's circumstantial how you
coat the wheels and watch
instead of four-walled-ing
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