Rein [in] {g}

Love of life is no

guarantee – or maybe 

war-

ranty is that the hat

I wear – and which 

wears me out and routs

my ability to

understood yous 

any wore, and

any weigh: such a

bur[r]-

den capturing me, s-

nagging.

And where did all that

love go?  Where did it

melt and ice and 

s’know?

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