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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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