A poem, fair enough

got the guard
off guard
he got shoved
into a closet
the closet thrown
into the sea
the sea buried
behind a tree
tree ripped up
by a Meghan in
the the throes of
passion
applying make up
scent this time apple
green not navy
hello the way you answer
a phone
what of your day
oh just the usual
burying of
reality

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