There's a limit
to my love:
Slowly
Become What
You Most Feared
Extravaganza.
I've seen
shooting stars.
I've watched
women shoot dope
between their toes.
Simmer down, Othello.
We're nonplussed.
The highway pavement's
bathed in deer blood.
It's mating season.
Inherited plants.
That free advice
cost someone else
in the past.
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