breaking out of wet laundry baskets.
its putting two things together that don't belong.
its running the field and making muffins from spare parts.
paper lanterns glow in my head and the back hand is face front.
the glow shrinks.
the shrink glows brighter in concentration and I
I'm constantly sure of the glory of love
out strips, out shines, out does all others.
i'm circled out of time to the looping side bubble.
Make me whole. Make me parts of the whole…
you'll be shocked to feel the draw down.
be sure to square the drain, it's more angular.
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