a cupboard of horses and stars commingling without the tinny resonance of
select and refuse

poem that starts with

no, it goes beep beep

so the serpent

chooses to be brilliant

move a bit to the left

I see you got it

in the mail today

our resignation

from the fun the fear

it helps to be a little

tipped bent elongated

servant of the simple

in the eye the summer

the lies medicate

lubricate the day


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