A cliff is barren in desert by summer, the long lake
suggesting a mourning off a arrange of lilac chicory
Each ending, she thought, we rag to forbid,
our bracelets forbidden too with time,
Someon says
but they just pour you a day now.
Who wouldn’t come to the good order of the community.
I’ve tapered down to buy you think it’s immaterial?
after I’ve tapered down to two quarts a day now.
Please don’t you think it’s immaterial?