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Hang in there,
Mon frere. The dancing charms, From dangling arms, Outside the kitchen Window air. Once akimbo and Commanding the crowd, Now do the limbo in The deep, quiet, loud, Purple darkness. Beyond self parody. You’re free To find whatever Kept you blind, And searching The chuckling suburbs And idling towns. That upside frown Wanted approval To feel A place above Sensation. A careful orchestration, Sonata Oblongata. As empty highways stretch Abandoned, We're convalescent and randomly Left to wander The room What put asunder Your wants And what you needed. 2/23/21
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