just the one
i never quite found out what was in the box.
perhaps this way
when you will never know
the letters of the notes
hope sings…
whisper
betwixt sixbound twoful faces
lose the lay of the line’s blind heat
sublimation into
frizzed cotton wool padding
a canopy to hide beneath once
lighbleach sets in
in times of confusion
simplicity seems the only solution
and what more simple than…
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