V was
thinking
in the letter V...
it's like
not having hands
it's like
crooners swoop
spooked ever
like schooners, like
waves of Vs are steps
for the stripped strays
like V-poetries are shines
for folded eyes
V stares the woods down
"The V disease vows constancy"
through a glass...
from nothing smile
"present vows half-open
had never been heard of"
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