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So it has come to this?
I could turn this stanza
to an abacus, listing
past loves and testimonials,
but we've gnashed enough
songs of loss and vitriol.
When the buzzard lays with
pufferfish the intent of this
author has neglected you.
Architecture unequivocally
rises above you petty characters,
this city I elected to eat me uses
these words for garnish.
Once read I'm near comfortable.
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