TEN THINGS
Five are already idle and two are
dead at the crossing - thus,
seven are easy, going for broke.
No loss and no gain. Together we
come again. Three are left, one is a
twaddle, and those final two, yes, I
can itemize - one is a pearl-diamond
necklace, with brooch - who mixes
the two? and the last one, the best, is
a small fire, burning incredibly
slow in the open middle of
your outstretched palm.
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