now my belly unlatched
has become oval cameo on a hanger
now it only occurs
shaven weaned and well
that pain-party, that death of yours
a wheelbarrow lull lull
soft curls and leaves over you
I would pour because I
love you love you
furthermore
if two water droplets
are allowed to continue
if we are droplets hanging
falling
replacing
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