Passionately telling the same
ghost
The same
ghost
The same stuff tricks are made of
O the softness
of sheets
verses
kitchen counter spills
When stains bead on the floor
O to buy a flipper
a masher and a mit
Puddle of pearl like silver fish cuddle
when you lift up the mattress
Finishing the ink of vegan trash
How O to get
the feral cry
from out the front
to in the back
and no more grooming that where they feed them
On a sun-filled flight
down one flight
and down sub-down
trap-trodden
O to be horizontal and rusty
to be those medieval hinges
creaking for some grease
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