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sweet escapism
ND the risks are wastes
evacuated and neolitigated
from passable books
from glasses and shark nooks

fingers held long
if only for tied gelatins inside
crisp polyester hats
and the clay moulds of life then,
too,rustling up
the courses
more food.

If they were to look in
the lenses would be loosened, thinned,
and there would be rootless notes, apluck

Here I've brought food, and for money
loved fool,
I still dine, largely, with.

Doved, not sunk.


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