I filtered a honey
a stream-lined self
indulgence.
I pilfered a rocket
called her caller
called her smalls.
called her love.
I pretensed a tension;
a silken salad-like
temper.
I lurched and spurned.
I fell like a groan.
I lit the way for others
to folly
I can do anything I want, so why don't I do something?
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