Better will ensue and of open spaces live through
to estranged thresholds who by bunches uttered.
Clear they stand among such dresses as the needle
work kept starved. Are trembling aesthete dances.
Could fashion a pillow pinch of rags. For what that
the bunting might divine about such tender labors.
Among the solid things like beauty by the moment
of hands closed on astonish thief in tiny fragments
of hectic morning. The percolator is purring. To be
slung too, if stretched center between the brains
in disarray. Slough presumptions. Ambitious to be
she, a mere delightful being of such complexity.
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