Pick basil over battles,
lowing the blood, Sugar, gives rise
to offense; good fences test
flying horses, flying handles
dull the blade.
Hush, not shush,
listening has the in road.
The high road, grown green,
sways arm in arm out of harm's
wayward words.
Under a microscope,
over a cup of coffee,
study the steady answer,
bones hear in a heart beat
what lips conceal.
Step toeing hold, old
opinions fold
in the reveal:
Apology, is the apogee
of heal.
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