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GOING ATTRACTIONS

Plenty of hear tonight to not mention,
so why audience out my mouth,
onward,
just to say hi survivor,
before offing the other survivor, who also
                       somewhat matters

I discount falseness between fingers,
cold stalks fallen blank in overwhelming lost,
             taken away by mistake,
a little find, breaking care
                       hard to break,

a silver ball bearing
rattle in a can is a peace not unheard of,
a thief so bell,
but almost nothing its only witness,

we see we are to be precise,
             sandwiches,
consumed kinds of unrule,

signature jelly, washed over
                       rides of joy,
a toyed with ratio in
             the face of at attention,

quiet unlike catastrophe
cannot be added      to shopping cart,

you will be reinstated as a lost opportunity
to body shaped edits, unarmed by little by little,

in general, a fact has its own apology,
at odds with error, rinsed apart from harm,

in this feel we sequel
without turning louder,
our bugs in plumage
never getting said,

the exhale ahead of time,
to say zoo
as if something’s escaped,

I male up to make
one of those little militaries,
my soft body
                like trees not barking,

the instant I’m unsure
beauty is elsewhere,
I intercom,
just enough non blossom,

loitered in blitz
the general direction
of everything I’m dark at,

                the sea moved out, leaving
              the fish, who forgot
                        to follow this

first breathless in history,
to catch
                lets a look on
                          but no crash,

what is there to aim at,
                the likes of us,
                           from pictures that depict
           not even having not fun
                 but nothing described to
                          don’t get me wrong,

punishment is not the place,
                 I don’t remember
                        how to visit,
                             I can afford
                 three or more doors
                     not knocked upon,

a limit is on
                is a permission for,
never the same way twice,
                 it looks like rain only,
                      looks like