O fatal laws of attraction

O fatal laws of attraction. Would Melvin have
unshaken her in him at his mum's comeback?
Hear post-haste ‘Grab my wheelchair' and all
the dames go out of their minds again. Aren't
you wrapping the heart in death as it were?
The exit frays, is blocked by words. So you must
be in the mood for a free detail? There is and is
cattle. The thermos lisps, understands every deceit
(‘current account herds the symbolic into holy-
water font'). Or do you once again not get what
someone can remember? Fighting prays shooting.
And if there is pain bordering your hair, you just
tie your laces. How else can you distil something
from your thoughts if it is part of it? With magic?

by Marc Kregting

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