Late

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Ah, limp

Minora

Labia

You

Cried

Life or love

Said I all

The bosom

Milked my soul into a spin

Barren

What a name

Udder of burst

Dizzy, white in the mud

Calfless

Late, beyond, in misunderstanding

It was a dimension

The unforeseen late,

Unformulated, lived

Astronomers talked about it

In whisper

Over a bear

Nostalgic

Maybe they could have tripped it

Watch it fall into some muddy abyss

The bubbles kept rising

Like shooting stars, allowing a glimpse

They should have stopped it, one said

briefly

Bubbles foamed

A piss

Not far away

Late, unquantic, unreal, unrelative

Was

That dimension 

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