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so far, this immutable truth:
conduct directs semblance
while speech and spectacle jointly labor.
singly, rarely whole.
doubly, always full.
in either never lacking.
and when matching breaths,
honeyed cream arrests me,
halts mobility,
spanks me to a choking gait,
and missions through my piping mutt.
but once swayed by panting affectation
i’ve not the faculty
in amplified cogent mind
nor in creeping hinting principles
to detect any irregularities of fortune
or missteps of horoscope.
bed receive me.
Swimming
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