LAYERS HAVE EAST


Purpose there I said
Likely to know any
Other people who
Are crying today
Situated in the
Blatant room no
More ringing the wind
Of the phone drop
Senders quip tall spills
Am I another true
Wrongly paper
Vines eventually ply
For tread under stones
Goes pop traces spies
And all you all find
Try to divide the
West aside from sitting
Really careless but
What's you confronted
Expectations' racket
And never ends
Likewise into eaves
I couldn't have bed then