Whimper fashioned as moan
Reach inside and extricate string of stones
Empty all water ever held by ocean onto 7-piece L-shaped sectional dick
In the 2009 sedan, in the slanted driveway, under pancake sky
I tell her with straight lips, I have chosen this
At dusk the world is a single rusted highway
Mired by trees, loose and lifeless
At a stop light I glance over
The pins in your eyes hold centuries
Once she carried a secret in her heart too long
and a cancerous mound grew over it
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