DidYouGetMyLetter? NoI-Dint; one pays rent

 Love lets

letters flow awhile without guile to you

FOREVER the whim whines, and the Bouncer

SwornPoliceOfficer A-Man again bounces;

DidYouGetMyLetter? NoI-Dint; one pays rent

and sometimes overpayers strip search in strip malls 

wail but must get jail

a jilt in Church;

so I shall write. ThisLoveThisTime also sublime

winds to the Abyss

the GoodByeKiss <Hello shows

the Lip of HellInferno TharSheBlows>

So Grin let this-time love begin in the end

I did the Crime do the time. Sentence ata time 

per lovely crime.

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