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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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Sirens
Last resort lane, ladies charming suited lames in grey Mercedes Short shorts with big baps doing street laps pleading, small heat maps Selling their meat even when they’re bleeding Cheeks hard from backhands, street’s hard better back glance Some of them damaged by sexual animals, others fifth chancers Keep fleeing rehab at the first chance,…
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Rock raker
Woke up praying it was just a nightmare That we broke up, had me broke up I was emotional in cups Bringing cuzzy in close for hugs ‘Cause he has to suffer my moods if he wants this buj Patting my back, he was like hush hush He reminded me to stand pat Reminded me…
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