the tinder of grey,
that give off the stench
of a world trying;
in the pontificate.
The joke, the stretch;
that wonder whether
An unfamiliar rotundity next to a
I walk past those ponds you cropped
thinking of the roads you traveled
the gush, sonorous;
There will be no
no more views
from walls closing in.
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