"starry night
the gift
for a while"
--@poemexe.com
steep, positive darkness
surrounds this laid dreidel
dim hum from the other
room of this shut hutment
if it wasn't for bad faith
we wouldn't have no faith at all
imagine a book worthy
of secret intrigue, seagull;
the walls encroach richly
i ride a scant nidor
if it wasn't for bad faith
we wouldn't have no faith at all
yesterday spoke briefly
of a great book looking
foir twenfirstcen readers
famous, eclipsed, gypsy
if it wasn't for bad faith
we wouldn't have no faith at all
it's not the end ending
but neither, chopped optics
save what you can, pilgrim
commas or the bombhush
if it wasn't for bad faith
we wouldn't have no faith at all
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