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let’s live suddenly without thinking

under honest trees,
                        a stream
does.the brain of cleverly-crinkling
-white tunics pursues the angry dream
of the shore. By midnight,
                                a moon
scratches the skin of the your healthy hills

an edged nothing begins to prune my shorts

let’s live like the light that kills
and let’s as silence,
                            because Whirl’s after all:
(after me)love,and after you.
I occasionally feel viagra how
viagra idon’t know tenuous Now-
spears and The Then-arrows making do
our mouths something red,something tall

if it lasts more than an hour
call my doctor. 

And your sister.