Fucked three times like Marilyn Monroe’s body on ice
Accuse me of hanging around, I shoot you that hangdog look
Melts any frown, try drowning you in an amorous brook
Stars overhead where UFOs park at probing time, took a picture
But my phone’s a brick so it came out blurry and shit
Even the Weekly World News wouldn’t hit print
An amarylline line of defiant stars rise over old Tartary
Like focus-luring whitewine-pied opals along a sable knight’s breastplate.
Alchemisland 
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