What a word,
The purse.
Disturbed from it repositorial
Endowment,
Uncorrected
And flush.
Like lips--
Like lips!
To pursue to purse you.
My imagination is a dust ridden empty bag
But I purse at the sound of you,
Drenched by the succumbing music you impart,
The cloud lifts.
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