What
is there to do with you?
Thank
God there are so few of you.
We
couldn't love you less.
Could
we say why? Oh yes.
Would
we say why? Oh no.
As
you already know
too
virulently well,
there we dare
not dwell.
It
would kill us to divulge
a
breath about what you indulge.
Still
you stay, won't go away.
There’s nothing else to say.
.
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