another woman's child there he goes
like the weather
spilling rice, consumed
by pipes and pounding internal libraries
oh the complications of this
no there will be no love
[love already, through fright and fog]
but appreciation only
no appreciation but
(how easy with one's own)
a grassless strip upon the lawn
from me to him
the strokes
that I dare not deliver
the overarching
of this is right
yes it is
but maybe I am not
yes I am
no I am not
yes
.
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