Between naught
and nigh
a festoon
of so much
ballyhooed,
beyond math
the ill iteration
or worse
inversed
and rhymed,
an Intel
allegiance,
more – a lack
thereof
so profound
and lost
yet decry
seven aught aught
and fifty.
Belief?
A wake
as the read
and dying
choke on
BeFore.
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