This Tiny Home
Makes me Anxious
I Spoke—err
& Spat
The Slow
Breathing
Of These Days
To Wheeze—
Soon Summer’ll
Subject Me,
To Please
“Be Still”
The Shitty Lungs
Fired back
Or Falling to the Floor
Now helps me Butter
Then Some
Buttercup
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Or let’s Slow it Down to a Depletion so to Pushon to The Completion
