Four letter word
for the number
of loves there are
but only one
weight for hate
we are as easy
as an etch-a-sketch
to read
commit to memory
erase
slowly replacing
all our organs
with machines
the worst kind of
royalist romantic
pitch perfect
Ezra
perched like a parrot
on one’s pirate shoulder.
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