Birthday: Iteration One.

IX.

I remember that (similarly, you are still cute now).
Spread out for a period in Victoria, at a time when
you-who-makes-a-social-panic looked so lovely.

A kidnapper was involved with a prostitute,
who was made to receive a constipated bureau,
and the newspaper which has always emphasized that

which I could understand: criminals, poisoners, murderers.
At the judgment of law to rape, I wheeze and juice; a fellow
said that I wasn’t able to decide combinations on birthdays.

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