O, do it now,
but not today,
appoint an hour
meant to stay
a single file
in each lane
‘tho she talks
of nothing in
a dented car,
or he, it could
be he, himself —
but you make it
‘thru the landmar
they tear down;
you know you’re
losing it, but
you’re never late;
sure, he’s overbook’d,
the pretty clerk
is out to lunch
You’re running the risk of writing in complete sentences, be ware of syntax, ‘the claws that tear, the teeth that bite.’
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When I was young, I was suspended from class for biting my friend,
he too. I don’t know what he did wrong, maybe bleed?
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