delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
Not Hardly - Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
expecting the end to be any more...
absurdly flavored and textured
the beginning/the middle/all that stretches/meanders/dribbles throughout and, being weired, pools,
to catch up
that can't be caught stuff...
Topic(s) of this poem: existence
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