Grace

impatience

stares

in upon itself

skeptical of

its own

hurriedness

selfconscious

of the green

architecture

that masks

its face while

purple blossoms

in disregard

to conveyance:

What do you think?

she meditates.

I think I shall

tomorrow...

but for now

curry has me

in its grippe

and I will not

rouge my palor

I must have

for all my

collateral

an honest

quest...

to follow

08.07.2020

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