I Utter, Hey You
5-19-20
As to seek refuge in conversation
In our share of night to but mean therefore Isthar
A little bit more poetic in sugar differences
I keep but quivering for a method to suppose
To mold us into life
Back for the time being
In eastern climatic instant
To this cause in enchantments
I could not toss for myself in each eclectic inwards
A joy of jubilee to want ones word
Ostensibly all in crown attendance
In a realm of chicken and on the plane of winter
I am not a quitter but this owl says "who"
And I utter, "hey you"....
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