My mind has an ache in return. Looping over and over
High line run through the low lands, these filters tamper the eventuality.
What will be said what could be said. These words to come from my mouth...and worlds to come from my pen?
It is unseen because the passive has to little thrust to make a difference. Please take out this cancer! It is either one side or the other and I have no scalpel and I have no method of removal.
Ring bell, call help, and beat out this rhythm. But let it be done with all the joy and finality of the best end results!
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