i.
Mouth—yours,
rich in fullness of them—
whatnots and such of lovers' rose-dusted forevers,
in seasons of flourished sorrow
afar they eye, in plenty ongoing—
anticipation: external, everlasting, evermore,
forever and a day—always—constant, incessant,
the perpetual of unremitted and . . .
the nothing of fruition's disappointment
lies in the seat of lips, double spoken.
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