kid for today pours pint upon pint of lief
witting the shadow of a shallow after a bout before the fall

quick in applesmilk while she leaves flies bound
to be forgotten, framing the day by the way they had gone across

a collectible gloss so to speak of loss
there where only the only bloom upon which desire's found

out so she may say now maybe
so maybe not when it startstops

two buy two gotten to be so to turn
hard whither so ever fades.

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