Something which never should have happened
Light as a lapwing I was up late with that bitch
Limerick stab city how I deaden the kitty
Afterwards, need a pet sematary
Suicide-inducing locked room in the seminary
Pop a body in there, prepare for the sanguinary
Pooling at the threshold, free claret, lick it hello, Clarice
Blast you then fill up my hip flask, vodka red dash
Chest iced with lapis, eyes like suns ne’re elapsing
Sapphic practice in the lap of an Attic goddess
Lips lapping damp, lamplight vampirism, manful lamprey
Falling prey to predators, fall and pray to thoth’s glory
Storied.
Alchemisland 
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