Creaking curly bones
swaying against time
nearly night already
Soft sole hums
for only two
the rest for laughter
Salt cream carousel
makes loose secure
so much so it’s so
Loaded terms only
the motto reads
we all crack at different teeth
Three hats next
by olive beat
leave your wine in the hall way
Held with feet
sweet blinking breath
stumbling in time and line for written soul.
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