My hurting, many say,
off to it, which to it may
so about it. Or, cover a shame
by this night, to and of flames...
To so recoup the start, this, the
how, the transaction: fear the best new things,
new season. Others, the ours in weeping,
the them in pajamas--the underneath,
a belief, never much hoping "out" was "yes."
One cannot account for it.
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