From the wet winter, I escape
into crescendo of melody
goose pimples marking the lark
chinese tasting goose broth
german crispy goose
but no rice to goose japanese tummy
Books, scarf, frankfurt
definitely a piece of heart
not face or thought that counts
Overgrown black mop lightened
by scissors. the wind like knife on my skin
the goose like butter under my skin
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