Eight-hundred nine

thick expectation and thick hand

clearly mortal and hop-a-long

old across seas and purchase

and theft

dying along the love line, to song

season in some common parent rime and crazy

one after one after one

strumming among the many dead

thick finger rimming

day drink and up

sun

thanks

dread

head tilting back to smile at the heat

answering easily and studying

clay

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