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So taken aback was I by the vantage from the tower of my own land’s confines that I gripped hard the balustrade to stop my moorless soul from taking flight
Trees either side of me Like I’m moving sweetly, fleetly, like a carried leaf Down the Anduin If you are born to be King then the lakelady will hand you it An anvil’s weight this unnamed crown leadlike with light-leaking jewels Fine rooms and suites, sweet things Lingering tastes, eyries; high peaks and tubular towers…
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Yielding flesh divulges relevant answers to a knife-wielding querent
Meandering sciences like crafts unpiloted This way and that way, tugging and repelling, rewriting the skies I have to wear a disguise to write, that much I do despise myself I must rise from bed and write despite myself, for my bread What the right refuses, the left will endeavour to do I will not…
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Results day
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…
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Foot tapping music for bomb drop lunatics
On a wobbly breeze Answers drift in the form of zombie jazz A bald man in creased briefs Who looks increasingly on the verge of collapse The plastic wraparound shades covering half his face are welded to his nut Like Frankenstein’s Monster’s metal plate, an atmospheric delay Like a ghost holding up traffic on the…
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Headsprouter
You can’t handle the truth Not even if you train You can’t handle the truth so take the train Alternately, a trip in the boot can be arranged Snip it at the root, how a hydra’s put away.
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