Pose
Until
Umm
You
Are
Comfortable
What do I want?
What does she want?
The question
the answer could not possibly be secretary of state, could it?
How personal is your personal?
I forgive you
Open blissfully fragrant quill
Penmanship is dead
Interior monologue until pose reposes
formality takes another bow
and gunmanship
explodes
Justice and freedom have new billowships
Integral to my survival
And hardly open to suggestion
Grapenuts with yogurt or milk
The answer is obvious!
Hooray for us!
What it sounds like.
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