Breakwater types
that men like to hold on to,
dress in envelopes
and send to whosoever will read them,
thoughts are like
lacerating muscles
unveiled to look
their nightly best
but because night rises
and dusts itself
after it falls, and not
because their is the relative
evil, as there is poetry
in a lot of unspecified space
because it simply allows
it, to be me rather than you.
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