wasted
shape a dizzy boy but waltzing was not easy
a gulf
of black moonless brain hung on the kitchen shelf
unfrown
itself
my
wrist held a shape far back
writing
about a thought I can never find
my
life only commercials
high fame always goes to shield itself
from the shoulders of elaborate things
embodied fluttering
carefully cropped modesty
the head of the night
mounted stained
keep deported rudeness
noble any sort of person
in a mail dried coat
kept in order
vows work truly riding
ghost
last murdered
Indulged
my years
forever
to hide the rest
tremble
down delights
horror
an arrow
forever
poised to shoot
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