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Flexskinny
Not a pick on when I flex Not a swollen pectoral to wiggle Not a hilltop bicep to help my visual I’m purely lyrical Hunchback with a voice of syrup They run to me, like spurred shoes squeezing in the stirrup Endangered not extinct, my variety of rhino is spearmint My kitchen floor is lino,…
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The Lighthouse Lads
Three men in a lighthouse Two are never seen again Last left with visage unmoving Fixture of Bedlam’s rooms, in the mask of Agamemnon His words host myriad venoms, he speaks for a shekel Or a respectable speckle of inebriate in his vessel Whilst he speaks, he speaks as a man possessed A frightful vision,…
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SOTT
With Vodalus’ clique Eating Thecla sticks Gaining memories Didn’t protect now Chewing her neck Like a dental stick Besotted by exultants In the tower, Master Ultan New Sun, the Ultimate Fealty from black brothers Masks identity smothering Claw in my hand burning Lore through repetition earning Second read, first time learning Cloak made of fuligin,…
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Cthulhucalling
Country code watery halls When Cthulhu calls Enwebbed in malevolence Enrolled in Miskatonic University for triple six semesters Doleful threnodies Soulful tragedies Redolent of Ovid.
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