Prisoner
on cheese sandwiches without salad
duty bound, honour-encouraged, black sliver linings in my clouds
and then the automatic asked for blessing
falls upon me, and devours, the ever present emotion
the passion o. the passion. blends
in colours dancing, in china shops
and my stepped on toes, respire
exhailing causiing flower
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