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Choosing Who To Pray To
View from the pew View from the tomb Few tunes from the Mu Mu Fortunes made and lost with a pew pew Six shooter brandished, saying be cool Too cruel for this rule, became a recluse Following Ra’s clues like Blue Trained with boot and tool, Blue Razz Ra’s al Ghul Ratchet one looking like…
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Mood: Cruellest
Laughing like Tidus Meanwhile you’re Titus Groan If you keep going on this way You’re going to find out why April Is the duellist’s month Let’s meet out front Blood rush pumping Taking our paces On a mark, about facing Let one pawn be erased Without the spirit, flesh is but waste Refuse, a vile…
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Waterdreamer
Need a boat connect, something with propellers Propel myself along a dirty-dish-wet deck on peglegs forever Why there’s porn on the telly I can’t tell ya Enough girls here, like a trafficker’s cellar. Came from Africa like early man Ireland map where we’re selling at Wildest Thornberry, born ready Flooded the block like rocks broke…
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A church, her worth, is ten of them. Her scent a threnody. Hit send my tendency. She blows my head off, John Kennedy Snapback, snapped that Papped that. Ass, that Thigh gap, pass that.
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The aping shadow
Even relapsing fails reenchanting flaccid synapses. Old wallpaper damp-warped, Half-scraped from my soul’s facade. Do we strive to fit pitiful shapes Or are we made at penetration inferior creatures? Her wolf hair posterior-reaching covered like a woollen cape Her scar-striated vertebrae. Her features each leeched of plainness By the eager projections of come courters. In…
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Lip tax
Around my bangle-thick mangrove-angled Neck hangs a warding ankh Through unwardened acres wolf-paraded Over arid terrains, marring swathes, will I wade Carrying overhead large bales, any weight. Realignment’s price and pain. Some vast whale’s baleen. Railinged sky pale alienly Inalienable, her name’s rhyme is my painful lust’s alias Her name rhymes With the way she’s…
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Still careful
Durst I cleave a way, break with inherited trait And manner of communication, go between unerringly straight Leaving the philosopher’s knot knifed cleanly felt a betrayal of the spirit In which it was tied, but the latecoming ship is time And time is fire. Nothing bided, nothing left by, no one let by. Woes the…
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Heartbird
The line you toe has its fine hold. My mind’s holding cage Espies you magpieing in fine gold, blazing. Aztec fire, Prussian shade Everything has its time and rushing’s vain. “I don’t take wine” she pointed her anointed knife toward my rushing veins. Cold, grim and frostbitten, throat-focused. Ice-lipped, vice-committed, some Russian vein. You are…
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