windows and mirrors glass over my me
willowing sweetness to not be seen
livermoreing togetherness
in consistant looking
glassing over glaze the freedom sinks
in depths apart from and forever
internetted i-ing betweethed of won
gaze ofness wither-toped tender
nessting inter tubed
around the each
on said stoop often oscillated
being
i know this
weird portion of worded
spaced lettering
is
communicating all
weather is in the globe
of human sculling
i could go on
but won't
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