R.O.B.O.T.
but four words aren't allowed
in our lungs
every time someone asks us
what we're together
and there's no one else
who will pay attention.
this story:
the whole world and her poetry
,and, how can anyone say
that this needs to stop?
even after I walk
because she IGNORES
the incarnation of purity
that boy-sense, all of my grade seemed to have
when I was to fit into butterflies…
and understanding other things
I was just too much!!
!my tree lay down on the song
of those moments where the cold
Imitation of Christ and
beauty have created a world
where people don't love people--
where plastic brea-king
is so ,sweet,, forgive me.
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