Heroic couplet, crabgrass dreamt of it
walking in a pseudo dawn, with the leeches.
field of tall grass bringing about
a new
painfully ideal ideal
only to later conflict
with the plan,
spurred on a stretch of highway
with trees on both sides.
Changing my eyes, knowing billboards told lies,
And here is the merger.
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