Some
spat
on
sun spot
marks
dotted
across
lost spine
to
intertwine
the curves
swerve
and
dine dash
of our
loves last laugh
this was the first
end
to the beginning
chapter
of the good book
of false ideas
and
cognitive recognition
of nouns
our profound existence
life in remittance
and it was what it is
or is not what it wants
I never plea bargain
this chip
to your
closed clenched tight fist
squandering moments
for the societal bliss
of the sweet
candy cotton
pants of
four fathers forgotten
alliteration
out patient procedures
bring us closer
tight knit family
stocking caps
this is that.
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