Wouldn’t in that nothingness
Be a ‘something’ else done
We ‘did’ together do?
Let’s discuss the disgust of purulence!
And the suppuration,
Pertinent to pus!
At least there is something else…
To discover in conversation,
That can and does ooze from us!
And then we could examine
The quality and texture.
Gaining and maintaining each other’s trust!
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