When you've not had blood to keep you
and temporary rich waifs have extended
their needs and wants to suffice you (and they
will have a day and a time to recognise) about
where the butter was spread and where you are
your day will come and pass and all said
it will not matter.
Even the closest (as it seems) will show
true colours
you are alone, but well. Swell.
Ok?
life improvement, death better anticipated.
Macniece was right about snow and chandeliers.
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