doormat.
welcome to my curtain call
you're just in time
to elevate embrace and tender
wholly lacking guilt
from throned bloat, kamikaze
no can Doppler shapelines
at a tilt and serape so why don't you
imbue what you refuse to
crimp and love me back
it's tender where you lack
synecdoche
and summit blisters
talk to me about the pollsters
let me tell you (back)
my p.o.v.
do you reckon "they" would take me
middle-aged or so into
the fold to help weigh
inference against
the rose's implication
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