DayShell
I can be, but have never been, iniquitous.
Trailing off
in
Endless gaze,
A thousand-mile glare,
returned to
sender.
A hundred-thousand-kilowatt smile,
in repugnant
desire.
Frigid Rocky Road
and World-Class Chocolate
companions.
Held,
suspended
abreast,
One-hundred-and-nine-degree
heat.
This rotten,
vicious,
and offensive prohibition
persists.
One must die
for the next to exist.
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