I had planned to send a rainbow back from Cardiff
and the crystal from my dream
but the Obliterati set their tariff
stamped my forehead, dropped their screen,

and in due time deliver'd this wrapping paper empty
to that mailbox on your lawn
where the pointless opening of it'd be tempting
were it not that you are gone
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

shmoetry
 

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