Start of poem–

Read but not said, dead cuz I didn’t self-

fed, or fund, two minus one leave me,

Assumably, reluctantly and bluntly I’m a done

Deed, replete but never delete, take a kind

Seat…  stars I catch from a distantly pondered

Patch, holy bath that chose me, wrath–

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