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INSERT POVERTY FOR DROWNING

I put it up for quick sale
marking the end of MARKING

                                                             even if we had made only a small room
                                                             my placement too exacting 
          
                                                                                                I SHOULDERED IT OUT

                now to reach my FLUX & know how
LEAVING YOU IN THE SWITCH OF A FOUL DISPLAY
was an attempt at reading
                         in the scenery

                                                                  firstly made A REASON TO MARRY ME?
                                                                                                           or forced sobriety (a lie)
  
                                            middly THIS IS WORKING ON admitting a savage loss &
                                                                                              DESPAIRING o tragic softness
                                                                                              a once-not future


AT THE SLIP WE SHOULD NOT COUNT PENNIES                             
                                                                       underwater

                           it was small comfort to be there at the finale then
                           realized it was left to me for coloring up again
   



                                      A NEW EPOCH FLUNKED ALREADY

                                                                                how could�
                                                                                               how could this be
?
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                        to keep what triple realm of alive
                                                         an orphan I wake
                                                         whole eye array

in blue radio distancing
this punctual tumble through the backdoor
fits a window or sudden ray of grief as reaching to

                                                           beauty in
                                                           every kind of sprawl

                          at the exchange
                          summer therefore silver shackles
till the poem burned away
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