re-union (or, for almost all the girls and most of the times):

when you left I thought you’d never come
back and I got to finally feeling
good

now it’s starting over
again

here near
folly

deft without delving, clean against the fox-
dream, supportive of the
cliff

the pyramids stand erect as the monkey eats
fleas

beginning like begun
fracked like a fart
sucked
like a sack

content as a package of
peanuts

bleached like the sun
spider

caught like
a
ringing bell.

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