maybe you'll do better later
but for now there's all you'll say
all condensed in a ready form
made real, down the side
of what we have here done
only run, fun into everything
designed to fail tempted
only fell to late, forgetting
only to tell what we've forgot
missing adjunct maledictions
vindicative turn of events
wasted tommorows, hung brazenly
out on the new home with a veiw
the small bungalow, drawing in
belonging to a frightened one
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