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Tub

A dream-life, deferred, porcelain tub, no razors– still waters run deep.

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Tatters in half-light, the poor heart’s lonely hunting– shreds of pure love, sown.

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As the tension mounts, hope, in a single flower– loves me, loves me not?

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The Great Dictator? Charlie, in jest, plants his foot– no ass too big.

Winter, starving clown, no disciples to be found– this, the Last Supper?

Slapstick’s trinity, a monotheistic gag– Salvation’s last laugh.

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