Deserted by you again
I grieve in the shelter
of a bonsai tree
The movement of the soul
is suspended in amber
until eyes melt down the contents
Rapport and repartee
can exist over a distance
light waves can not overcome quickly
Filleting is your forte
I another slab of thinking steak
inside a suit and perfectly matched tie
My wingtip shoes cannot be filled
by anyone else near the palisades
I will fight to armageddon to insure that.
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