a fuck–the–bastards mother’s disconnected a seconda donna petulates a net chatte barks
these trip–mes this wrong town
then a lunch rare walk a sweet stun glance eyes each other’s gaol
her guardienne sensed the trapped spun like a won’t start motor i walked
thank you early winter rose
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