He had worn a day early in sin,
All other eyes told their commencements,
After the telling of swellings of the nose,
Eyes were fixed on the high, intelligent,
Masterful ways that wore a silver-white skin.
Though the evenings enjoyed a spring
And autumn of the highest value,
Narrow windows won their glory
With a slight handy man who cleaned.
No iris shook, no eye burnt on the face.
I see the purpose of skulls and bones,
Male records find fizzing weapons,
The ghostly company exerts a black
Dazing night, full of control,
And all our intents and purposes were boneless.
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