everything is inept everywhere,
see torn butterflies
bad verse
no love,
no man is wise enough to stay
wise,
cool hollow of dim pities
where blood stank
is soft now
and not precious,
we are struck through
mixed with kittens and tigers
some life and
no life
at all;
no army lasts, no night, no day.
wallpaper flowers now
without sun-
they may last longer then even my
dimmest concern, and
properly so- yet
why am I so
sad?
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