Prolific Sumbitch
but I'm gettin' the goods on you
three faces of eve and sybil fade
when held to the light
of brilliant imagination
tender-heartedness
never fore imagined
shining soul shines into dumps of
stuff that soup's rules disallow
using words for.
ain't it strange?
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