... a much for we ...
 
She has no flaw, that her, she put upon 
a plinth, be polish once a day. This none 
a wishful doze of I, for I concern 
to share and hear, a crusty cheer, a yearn 
of we're, the 'uns their gear, I'm slowing dear, 
the compromise of kith as someones real. 
The daily fem has rough ascribe the heart; 
unsanded personality, no dark 
of past, comprehending null, a scour. 
Since every her is real, the one to flower 
is she of fault by skin or eye: such fleck, 
like packaging, is simple to respect; 
which leave the only damn to bar the see 
as mine, a manitude, a much for we.  
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