sordid sonnet 16

They inable most partial stasis & unstart in:
where’s the beef or sink. Those liberations
gush out chirping oceans in arbertura, begin
happiness in superior part to claim:   aberrations,
placid and in chaotic parts. The roiling tin
hews to its own remaining implications.
Portion in "feelings" hang long with Flynn..
Not even things in dreams last. Undulations.

A dusted fling parted on an entire one. Why should guilt
from before still in joy that was and could,
still hail near thinly?  It’s got something to do with built
structures cut into parts again, maybe even w wood ....
These feed lexically into that tilt:
The none I am scheduled as verb to “should”

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