New Mind

Ice Magic; creeping swell to do list grows

not in behind another, not in front

lost somewhere in the queue family.

Bretheren gather outside; meekly put out

the candle; the light was blowing for you.

New Mind calypso shreds oranges into bits

that weeps all over my tissue. White as.

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