a bad poem

Void, if fitting, to be loved in a place left anew

Some slew some threw but toodlee-oo

You know the stone cast in the net weighs down the village whole

Why not leave fish oxygen in place of meandering poison?

Indecisive/confusing, as usual

Let us sit, stranger, and hammer out these details

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