he spilled sugar puffs on cushion volumes
little evil kitchens in the dirty rooms
marble devils, puffed out, strutting pincushion peacocks
even ill, reflected in dirty brass, dived Dante's plots
bled, vinegar soused, wintry seas, air rues hole
the east is still, grass sadness, glorious all fall
flop, as tyres float the single force comes breezing
trait or not, it has the blend of feeling
high note in cents and crumble re-routed
true tendency, granted, plinth and sutured
smallest harboured for tricks attests
she scattered sugar to blue globe vests
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