All my platitudes donate you
borne down once and then again
retook one loving to create two
what's received can be spent
Went out walking in the late bloom
eastern country but out west
cutout mothers would remake truce
dog and brother Eurydice
When we get home all becomes you
bathroom doors and knickknack mist
early rising to a late moon
bleed my cuts in potted bliss
You're too early but to fake cues
planned-for thoughts can bottle tryst
talk for children on a bait moon
impoverish no stimulist
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