all I can't do is think about you, dear
bird linings,
my shores mis-nix
a hurdle, and I am done
with you
forever with you.
my shoes and pants
in step, un-lining,
lie and soft,
a game
'round the rose,
this mega-mirepoix
fail upon
the daffodil
back with fruit
and bitter stamen
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