Results of all work now revealed
Writing all day and all evening
Step away lizard bleeding, she enters sneakily and leans in
Horror contorts her visage, reading like that Shining scene
Lots to revisit, recoiled physically and made me dizzy
Things I fear you could count without the Count
With Hook’s right-hand digits
Balmy evenings back when we believed, necking cans we thieved
Questioned but disliked the answer received
Riddling the King of Thebes
Not knowing freedom we felt free
Shooting the breeze, pollutants on keys
Ground weed’s debris is high-strength kief
We chief the scree, leave no debris
Like undreamt, unpleasant weapons sure to be deployed in World War III
Widows weeping.
Alchemisland 
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