Aptitude comes crawling to the north star rumored
To obliterate scars once scuffed from
Far corners of the sparring thought instinct
But not less than squeamish spoilage
Rustled to dithering flat out patched. He
trespassed on the space behind a fence
Of stone (There is no atoning for
Wealth three whispers away from the viola
Cleft tempered from shrill absence of will. She
Shaped thought after what befell her who declared
A lapse in freedom. From the whole cycle
Again. Bicycle tipped on its side, front
Wheel still turning. The spin waitlisted
Cauterized by broth bothering to be washed
Of sin unless. What to have left
Out against the lamp post grain. Inflate the
Self Intact. Fracture faith or not. Heamp.
Relief. Impending. Be.
Breathe she advised (Stop telling another
The unlearned lesson of non-
Sequiturs in line with some
Washed deity
Impassioned state of grasp.
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