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It’s giving Count Olaf
Who is to be killed Thursday? Bloodthirsty cruel most foul murder, planned see By his stooped uncle the cruel burgher in iceberg-cold fantasies Who benefits most and needs most urgently? What fund surge this foundling’s unexpected undoing would serve Urge to splurge, ignore the blood gurgles Whatever he told himself Whatever his version, trust that…
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Last candle
Defamatory masses Blasphemous masques in Basque castles Odd fashions, silver vessels decorated with pained faces Decimating the cowan for a rite Calling my shot, that’s declaration of rights Didn’t look right once I hit your mug with that hook right.
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Drummartin House
A sense of sadness about the grand palace Despite its grandeur and time-proven status Behind the wistful patina a sense of constraint Of blatant guilt behind the faded gilt And most of all a feeling of stasis As if nothing in that place had changed for an age Everything dust-choked in its rightful place Seat…
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Drowning victim water feature
Three hours before her drowned body was found By a neighbour, lifelong resident of this pleasant town One Mr. Taylor-Pound, who came around To shut closed a gale slammed gate, being neighbourly in that way He froze, like a stone image of lotus-pillaging Thutmose Silent as the line filing up to imbibe Christ-imbued host He…
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Alternate campaign
Uncommon, opposite of Pulp’s best song Have them utterly monged Convince them young that corruption’s not wrong Red dress drip, blood wet lips, looking like a friskier Ada Wong Have an eighth a customer would take, but keep it for later on Impact like a comet landing on astroturf commons Here it’s flatout, condo rocking…
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