mute
to find
rain,
refrigerator
humming
hymns.
no room
to write
lately,
boxes,
lawyers,
kids.
so soon
contemplating
mantras,
underpants,
biz.
girl titillating
a new moon,
a fresh man,
mist.
knowledge
for too
long,
and
too sure
of
becoming
just
this.
thank you
for knowing
me
rightfully
as
is.
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