so the spin thins emotion rising
smoke of a windless afternoon
you can't just decide to feel you
do whether you want to or not
gluten-free sentiment purged of
natural sweetener decocted in a
plot of some kind a golden ewer
overflowing with telling incident
I confide in my computer more
than a person each in their own
program until the form is filled
we both emerge into the light
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