your cursive lariat
my thin
spokes
afternoon
delirious with
accidental white affection
primed to gore
the sheet
bloodless
until
everlasting happiness
exudes miraculous springlight
inferring balsa as
if motion
trills
willowesque
in passing
while air flows
chanting recent growth
to reassemble
happiness
contagious
as breathing
in the spores
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I love the ending.
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