“porch”
it would always have been that Porch
crewed under in it only Wicker below
-- is Spread to universal Nos
hears Have. Must. me. No. Sorry. (hughhhh)
Porch he stands
She it be cries for just peace ~ it(he) only give it sorrow
receive no Tenderness, it gives Ice.Salt undercovering a sore fresh wound
in it be that heart
—less of weight it fills
it carried with it Fake
Fake filled with stuffing
to somfly, to pad the crack
now dividing Porch.
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