Mornings dimmeri spill beneath and disclosure wraps
folicles of virtues in grim placements
my fists wrapped gently around the cord
this bleeding sureal of a woman is never true
i wish i could bear this shimmer and dimmer
these lines run together and cloud existence
i smile and i wonder if this could ever be the same
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MJO
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