Month: Aug 2024
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Trial by Combat
Utmost disorder when I use a pen lid to scrape out the kief drawer Coughing like soon bound for the coffin Wouldn’t be shocking, live each day like the magazine stand Full of Life and some porn, I of the storm darned by old Norns Stoned enough to stymy a prime rhymer Feel like this…
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Senseless exit
Swear to God the Father, holy ghost’s shape on the water, the Madonna Skin sagging, hanging in bags, more elastic than a pregnancy tracky Addicting to fasting since I found out about Bobby Sands, alas my sands Are running out, I’m like Sansa in King’s Landing with no way out Either The Hound, the dwarf…