Your
Glass and beady eyes
A cross thousand yard sales
To give thousand yard stares
Filled to blue brim spice
Hips that duly tice the
Paradise that lies between
Two dunes of vice
Caps on, caps lock: The
Beggar who keeps giving
Non-stop; shops a run
Round the block
I too, beg to differ
Round bends of indifference
I scale stairs of dark
Fear clouds take form I
Pray for rain to haver definite
Respite indefinitely, like.
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