100,000 dead lemmings at the bottom of a great precipice


do i,

not,

love you,

a hysterically,

sterile and,

clean-shaven,

love?  i,

daresay i,

am cleansed,

by the,

thought thereof,

if i,

falter i,

filter the,

words from my,

tongue,

but,

am i,

not in love,

with the,

One,

i pursue,

as only i,

appreciably,

understand,

ably do?  and,

what of,

love?  it’s awful,

ly lovely,

an aphrodisia,

with the,

flavor of,

honey i,

follow,

each in,

stinct one,

after the,

other to,

impossibly,

clue,

its desirable,

debut,

do i,

not dive knowingly,

and lovingly,

into,

the bottom,

less pit of,

You,

between your,

black eye,

and my,

naked,

pinked,

flue?  You,

let me give,

in,

again and,

again,

laughing humor,

lessly,

as i do,

above all,

do i,

fall in,

love with,

You who,

in your primary,

colors and,

hues,

paints skillfully the,

hearts of,

those willfully,

bemused,

by (the,

newest,

of news,

the shrewd,

folds and,

grooves,

the,

succulent scents,

of) your,

scandalous quest,

as mine is,

invariably,

one,

to suggest?  i,

am not,

in love,

(i certainly,

jest),

and You (whom,

certainly,

i do,

not love),

are seldom bemused,

(the exception,

being the,

sex,

ual sense,

lessness of,

sex,)

at best,

yet i,

must,

love you,

a courageously,

futile and,

heartbroken love,

if i,

hinge on,

the slight,

est notion thereof,

when i,

fall,

through your,

traps as,

Your lechery,

intends,

i,

disintegrate,

and reform,

to disintegrate,

again




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