The clutter goes boom
and I creep from stuffy tomb.
Sleight away from doom.
the day my sins hung
out to dry and so freed die.
Such a breath present.
To shock, awe and stun
why wasn’t it just The one?
Why others to shun?
What starts with a kiss
takes hours: prep you can’t miss.
Sweet to rest from this!
A sharp, red poppy
makes me a carbon copy
but tears stay soppy.
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But when I destroyed
the weighted companion cube
I saved/lost myself.