What Kind of Trouble: Page Three

HTML Poem by Mary McCray

(July 2021)

No love lost First Stanza: The book is still stable: you can touch its skin >>> No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost Second Stanza: Stories we serve up in the game come true in the meatspace, >>> No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost Third Stanza: Is there a message passing? >>> No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost Fourth Stanza: my agency, my sense of place? Have we paid enough attention? >>> No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost Fifth Stanza: We had a safe word for a safe world. >>> No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost Seventh Stanza: to get into the heart. The head has lost its heart. >>> No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost Eighth Stanza: the knowledge kneaded, parsing one screen at a time >>> No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost Ninth Stanza: The barge has gone aground and is listing into the shallows. >>> No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost Tenth Stanza: that grow biases and make all humans viruses. >>> No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost Last Stanza: and right away I will whisper Fuck, I’m in trouble. >>> No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost No love lost

You can't burn every single word on paper.
But you can make these words here go way in a single moment
or fail to keep them functioning through the evolutions.

 

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