Asking

There aren't constructs

for the writing that needs 

now's love

Splitting the known way

kindling the bonfire of

less particles felt

I pick at the knows

the rose sense

senting greetings

up my wazoo

ahm tellin u

'bout coarse

Of the coarse

you are on

in words

sullen and disrespectful

of this ink like

phenomenon

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this is just to save on 

thsi broken site