Mastering the language code
cannot hide impotence
of mind strugglin' to set down
alluring lines -
like out of junk or litter piles
captured by galls
at suburbian desert spoil
fiercely fighting o'er prize
the wild, out loved, let alone
ever shattering smashing
the chunks of what once
were or had Heart and Soul.
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