Four and Eight of States
What is love?
Is it reality?
Is it your best friend? An illusionary mind full of per-ambles...AND THEN tomorrow again?
Can it get, like a machine can shop?
Do we spiel and squeal like wheels-
or the heels and hails in the hails?
What is diatonic in petitionary collusion(s)?
I see disputing commendations and suspended dreams with smoke and things...
I see how everything can clash, and then we need a piece...
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