You left your surname on the chair. How
Will you be walking out?

I think they will laugh. But the sky
Is a can opener.

We should try this foot first. It
Aches like fur and berries.

A romance of psychedelic
Umbrellas. Disheveled looks
Good on you.

You can borrow my shovel.
Let what you
Have lost settle on the stars.

I think they will be angry. The soles
Of

Your ambulant thoughts
Are not stay at home caddies.

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