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Shipping container
Smallest cardboard box
Within and in:
Mob without, outside.
Longing to get in,
But without crossing tripwire

It was his to share,
Himself he decided
To mute,
Dilute.
(And exit)

Mob on love--
Love for him
Mob on love--
Mob is singular--
If mob cannot break in
Love becomes particulates.
No bonds, bounds or tether,
Sweaty weather.
Now!

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 02, 2020 ⏰

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