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I icing sing — but butter her up
upright, right in. Enjoy joy.
Live livid id, drop dropsied seed,
on honor’s nurse jizz jism him.

Fond fondu, you can cancel
sell all alarm’s arms or orbit’s bits.
Ought auto tow?

Jar jargon — gone since —
censor her mutt, mutter her text
texture your rapt rapture, your cult
culture your script scripture, your fig
figure your suit, suture
your self, selfish fish

see seething thing
hear hearing ring
ring ringtone — tone down
downbeat beat, hum humdrum drum

in incense sense
bull’s bullseye
I am ambush
bush on honied need

die diehard, hard ground, grounded dead

mold molded dead past pastimes’ times
by bypassed past, through throughways’ ways


stand standstill still


pause pausing

sing