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SHE FARTS IN BEAUTY

Darling, nothing you say will make me
punch your face.  
I only know how to be a flower
in the chaos of your developing gas.  

you never farted so loud.  
the rumble of the floor was precious.  
the cars on the road sing, In all direction,
going on like the vast thought of life.
Inkerpoet
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