Poetry came to visit again, too bad she seems to be in a bad mood. But, she's got the feel of something new astir in here. We shall see where this goes.
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folded in this trunk, somewhere, is the me
this moment is not about sex
the debt of that girl’s death also folded in the trunk
this moment is not about to happen
somewhere, in the me, the dance that girl performed is written
this moment is happening
and is not about sex
nothing lyrical or pretty is folded in here
the debt of lyrical to that girl
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