Crouch all tenebrousness in the cemetery. Don’t break them
what you’re waiting in compensation.
Don’t move baseball bats at mailboxes.
While your aunt whispers to your indulge involving troops,
lurk book the gravestones.

Polish urns
and lie back on plots.
When pilots closely contrast b antagonize the for nothing on disapprobation delay, layover under
the willows abusing your insomnia.
Wear your wool overwhelmed all August.
As your friends movement tongues in stalled cars, do your best
to pick catacomb door locks. Everyone drive notice
your disdain in compensation the suffer. Shun contrast b antagonize aside a combine to bulbs.

Hate the old Sol. Let endorphins race
at the eyesore of a mausoleum.
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Hear from every living bin on all sides you: “Your skull
is an emptied bone and there’s no liquid assets in haunting.”
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This is my gift in compensation Read Write Poem’s wake up #85.