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Placed neatly amongst the lilacs and dowels of an old wooden shop

she lay fixed upon foul measures aloof but in denial

we fashioned her from the clay and she

she was dismay

the empire of our guilt wasted

and folly the milk

soon pantry would call alas

i have no fresh loon, a loom for the hash

light lollups and dismal desire

aspire my ace in the hold of her wire

timely despondance disrupting our way

for the lifeless contrivance of summer in May