Unlikely to relish day pendulous
the months the years querulous encrusted pylons that attendance
rather than betray the drift of the margins between pages lost
in looks that do not intersect in broken falls
never satiated in deriding the claims clumsy friends abjurations terse
It works hard every day, always in silence
it works hard every day in order not to say a word too
he works hard every day pocketing deficiencies and injuries
made of breath cotton candy in a vacuum
it works hard every day to retrieve errors and miseries
without any promise of atonement or exception
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