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Moppet

04/28/2026 14:58h
Consider the rip for a mouth, the rip in the crotch, the hank of hair, consider the flair for ill-fortune, the empty stare, the done deal with sorrow, the rich and rare nest-egg of dreams, the share and share alike in matters of loss, the payments in kind, the liking for blind bets, for truth or dare; consider the threadbare get up, the make-up beyond repair, the tin-tack teeth, consider the dungeon voice wanting nothing more than bare house-room, and nothing less than hand-in-glove, a pigeon pair given over to make and mend, to touch and go, to wear and tear, and all it takes is this: forswear flint and fire, stay silent, be white on white, live in dead air.