...bald...

recover the notes
along the seams split akin to hollow calls at midnight amongst not so friends
and piece together an old masterpiece
of trepidation
like hard candy tears the mouth
she cries and one cannot become the needed
any more than one can become the had
when pushed
when paled like witness lied
when under the behemoth of gossamer just
like soul
loses the call and finds the flats minor when full

her hands press heavy
with hurt
and crass edges breaded in sounds
light to the touch
and harsh to the flesh
splits
the heaved
and murderous
and unfinished
and wet with wounds so foul
as to make jugdement
easy attained in operation modal

loss is not much more than period passed by with a dash of hope
and gain is nothing languishing in fear

gather and keep
borne out of need
there cannot yearn as hard as push deep by conundrum found
inside the whole
of one
without edges defined

maze this is not

turns i see
dive into choice laid forth
force corrections said north
south
and
two other
if need
were ever if speed
finds dull

that's when you and i
make haste
like eagle
scared of waste
of the image
that
one
has made

shot shot
shot shot

and kill
and kill

grabbed and filled

with doesn't the hill

make free

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