Forth. Before every middle-of the-road
Exhalation flowers casually into a giving
Up and even words like love muddle
Toward an inconsolably white noise.
And hit the whiskey with less
Frequency lest your erections
Flop like a yesterday phenomenon:
Habitual, coiling, recoiling within.
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