Sunday’s Best

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Stiff and straight and set. Never to move.
Claiming truth
truth true. And now claiming you.
Some want. Some want. Some want proof
pure.
Their end all’s to be sure.

But I like your question marks. I like
your exclamation points.
I like your choice of words and how those words
sounds with your voice.

I’m getting so damn tired of the same view.
It’s
all routine. Come clean. With everything absolute.
And then slowly slowly
slowly blank to bloom.
A stumbling bum consumed.

I like your question
marks. I like your exclamation points.
I like your choice of words and how
those words sounds with your voice.
I want you to be my Sunday’s rest.
I want
you to choose my Sunday’s best.

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