(Go on)
Innocence
Sunk the glow and drowned in covers
Send for all your absent lovers things
Sheepish wolves
Looking lived-in, eating buttons
Wink, just don't put your teeth on me
(Go on)
Accidents
Let the evening in the back door
Filled the room
Ceiling to the floor
Beat backbones
Grazed the poem and made it strange
I wasn't born to be a
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