Beauty talcums

Ask no body for whom it tolls
Wasting breath upon a poem.
Tolls are generic for all DNAs.

You poets are all fucking busy
Or busy fucking ,poetess says
Whoever whom one overlays.

Love and poetry are matters
Intimate to bones under flesh,
Beauty talcums mildly falling.

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