you may make cowards when skirting the bank

the love was too bold
and yet the pause of awe may be nothing

to allow is to take
to speak is to make money

countenances and thoughts do to the light
alas, trees be to the air of expectancy
alas, brows go to the time
weirds hesitate to the sensation of loneliness

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