match me (craft the silo back to
horizontal tipped tall minuet
I guess and sail along the dim sum
resurrective point of cage
the rage inside me dwindles, yes?
the rage outside me pales compared
to rage apart from pages (read
live long pry into the domain name
and repair the fort rely upon
taut mention of the bench warm as
synecdoche (remember?)
snap deciduous feigned breath
recalls the port where we
entwined and now (and now)
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