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links of the chain pulled taut into the darkness

too late for

the photos to ask

for a chair

worms infiltrate

the patio and dry

out, blow away

Though his bark cannot be lost,

Yet it shall be tempest-tost.

plums

I won’t

die

a few 24 hour romances

a couple of fizzled adventures

a long term conversation with hints

the same train comes through town

a failed proposition

I miss your feet in bed

bends but don’t

break the corner is

the Devil

if I’m your

robot you’re my

robot