How and why, where,
so much to do what I need,
time is what, sentences, contracts and
grounds, sorry’s are causes, rooted in
irregularity– talk to a mirror, there’s a
crack in the facts, don’t have the material to
heal or cap.. Now I’m just bobbing my head to
traffic sounds… Oh, the walls shake, wash my hands
in that water, wasn’t supposed to, a low new,
truer than a blaring blue hue.. Hire a lawyer and sue,
into the front page imbued.
(8/24/16)
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