that death is here

so why contrive its allure

whey outlive its lament why sell hours to the banter of angels

why submit to the edges and the fury of daisies

the hell I swallow rings with the honestly of ghosts

the deal is I take up a ladder to the eave and listen for the footsteps of dusk put lipstick on

listen to the careless elbows of late winter morning frost

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