Thursday, November 6

Thoughts, This Evening

Afraid I’m I my lovefruit lost,
where then is there split in two
or to tiny bits of flesh you can see –
but no matter the specks
these ripe slice of life when
she goes to bed early & all but to
drink & stare & sulk
Love grows back
,in three words if any;
because if now I am dying
one day I will probably live once more
( as a nugget of chicken or
a megaphone used in protest
) What for me the Young people as
distance revolving on super on
& missed a train
as I can dee over to do & keep on
dying slowly slowly on
slowly as if to die needs slowly
another person something in the room.

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