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    Fists baled like I’m in pain, sure as fuck ain’t sane If I see you shouting oi, like I wore belt and braces We’re not mates, trying to hidden remain I have a magic raiment to that end Tinted and tainted like an illegal windowpane Gun in each hand like VHS cover of Eraser I’m…

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    12th Aug 2024
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  • outatnightfoxwolf

    For the taking of oaths, I select my best coat Out in the cold like an hobo Blowing hands like an Oboe Walking upright, primate homo Blade Runner night Sideways rain spraying Lanes lit with neon signs Where android odalisques languish Casement smudged with handprints Badge says hi I’m Diamond Atlantis How can I hasten…

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    11th Aug 2024
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  • Pubgoer

    Red sky in morning, slaughter of the solar cows Massive cask of red wine, all of it poured out Cana wedding too much wilding out, Cain came Anyone buys him a pint gets avenged sevenfold Still got him one, for the sake of time’s old.

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  • how?powers

    Kabbalah and the Zohar both, tree of life inside me growing My light is finally showing and it’s made me a target They’re after me but won’t catch me, ‘tarded Away like could access the Tardis, my horse’s braided barding Repels the lance thank god for armour my skewered foe outfountains Blood a votive, ground…

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  • Scarredcity

    Lots of bars and fewer temples Spire like a rusted tentpole Minging and uncaring A needle so not for sharing Gearheads rising, activated by Thomas Sheridan He sounds like he’s from the Kremlin Putin’s views, he often shares them It might bear thinking about it It rises up, Clare sa Spéir Hope it’s not loadbearing…

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    11th Aug 2024
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