This or that--
I'm running away or
slowing/throwing down
in uncanny dashes
to interpret patches
of plaster and verse
But words in my mouth--
a delicate wheel of anger
will--still--demand love
_
I'm running away or
slowing/throwing down
in uncanny dashes
to interpret patches
of plaster and verse
But words in my mouth--
a delicate wheel of anger
will--still--demand love
_
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