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daisy

birdfly,
how are we to love
the burns of the pouring
or is it snowing
in between how quickly we make poems disappear in a flood of naked
the cityscapes
from one
end to
an
other realms hear the tones
of the pitchfork
held close together
strong armed into
acquiescence
to forgive
not
in the other
grotto daisy
birdfly,
how are we to love
the burns of the pouring
or is it snowing
in between
the cityscapes
from one
end to
an
other realms hear the tones
of the pitchfork
held close together
strong armed into
acquiescence
to forgive
not
in the other
grotto daisy
birdfly,
how are we to love
the burns of the pouring
or is it snowing
in between
the cityscapes
from one
end to
an
other realms hear the tones
of the pitchfork
held close together
strong armed into
acquiescence
to forgive
not
in the other
grotto