I would a girl with
Vibrant, electric converse
Kicked out of my skull.
Lonely depressives
Sitting alone. Expected.
Try salsa classes.
Father makes plans for
His retirement. Her name? Ilse
She's not born yet. Gross.
Metred mites measure
Morose musings according
To musical mess.
Shakespeare in the park
Grates against the teeth like the
Biting of a spoon.
Burn the theatres
So goes the whispering words
Burn the theatres.
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