A lustful listless list

What dreams wherein the subtle lies
The things you want to know
The strange, unhinged, and circumspect
The phrases that your mythos never shows
She had but one sensibility
The taming kind of style
The way she ate too fast
The guile with which she harbored her next catch
It was always going to plan
And it’s always going to pieces
And now the summer sentence fades
She’s got the scarcest accolades
It’s all just go go go
let live
dancing in invisible snow
The cards require a bigger show

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