old grass or linen
long hay knotted over and over again
till it looks something like wood
til it looks like something
I would want to keep
Let me try that, to turn my eyes
across the shape of you
with a squint or a monocle
anything to manacle
this creeping sensation that
you don't have the sense to
come in out of the rain
too simple to swallow
so lets add some levels
lets add some evils
let me take you as rope
it's hard to hang yourself on hope.
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