I am standing here.
And unabridged
you want your letters
to be heard.
I’m saying: That’s
a lovely dress,
but loose those
wrinkles in your hair.
I might have been
mistaken, unaware.
And then again,
I must collect no
flaws.
By darling, you
must mean novette.
I know that now and I
accept.
Correct illusions.
Don’t suggest!
Repel and scream and disconnect.
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