stupid poem

turtle: Pound Like

move with stealth
and cunning to the edge
  love THe Ball to piss in early morning spring
evening
windows large and loomy is watching be through the tense
corners
more of what you see is forgetting this

pounce if i can see
the sun in the eyes

somebody beautiful radiance tombs
beside
you.

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