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witchinghourpermanent
KLF how it’s 3AM eternal Dante how it’s inferno Stuck inside, twenty five outside Barred windows cutting light like blinds Use an axe’s side to fray and sever binds Rewrote my will, thought I’d die seven times Cliffhanger how my temperature is climbing Top of spell casting class, top caste Brahman Black spell of destruction…
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notonejot
When my poems drop Crowd looks like Dynasty Warriors So many assets, getting texture pop-ins Console going slow, like it walked behind a coffin Coughing from all day bonging, still throttle any boffin Man better know his Aristotle, making words Boggle Instinct, your efforts a troglodyte’s inkling Lady of Shalott how she floats on the…
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8
Octopus arms, got suckers Deity farm, Olympian father Not far from a Demigod, suckers Old and new muckers All the tunes ruckus Raining down, upturned buckets Spending like we’re underbudget I’m smoking squidgy with pukwudgies Me and Puck tight buddies, soul like squid ink Hitting them back, one tough slugger Quick spit tell a man…
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tepid
Your style tepid, crude, unfit for the throne My style rude lines writ upon a bone God’s name sounds like a gurgled groan My fortune teller a blind crone Two hundred years living alone Ask her to tell me where I’m going She reads my palm, turns pale as foam Sends me away, won’t take…
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