“porch”

 

it would always have been that Porch

crewed under in it only Wicker below

-- is Spread to universal Nos

 hears Have. Must. me. No. Sorry. (hughhhh)

 

Porch he stands

 

She it be cries for just peace ~ it(he) only give it sorrow

receive no Tenderness, it gives Ice.Salt undercovering a sore fresh wound

in it be that heart

—less of weight it fills

it carried with it Fake

 

Fake filled with stuffing

to somfly, to pad the crack

 

now dividing Porch.

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