In a way you can tell those nostrils flare
that is the prime reason to be sugar mama
it collapses daily and yes the night is
endless and forgiving you in my dream
as if the East did not exist wasn't rotten
hadn't ruined the childhood errand
to the corner bar stuck with work
too young like adults little
grandads at eight Romeos
not knowing when dark is.
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