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Succumbing
Slowing succumbing to disease Dying like a foodless by milelong inches My arm tireless, years holding up horizons, winches in the wishes All my bitches wicked-witted witches, feeding firstborns to Crom Cauldron alive with ritual rudiment, bubbles popping zits before prom Violated flesh wining Law inviolate Her in violet Love in violent keys.
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Elevated
Elevated to lofty status Pours never rains Pieces arranged just so, assuring my reign Demesne manyspan rein of high nations Typified by hasty decisions, threshing wasting entire generations The blameless dying choking on mud blood darn painted knees. I’m before the Forest of Deans’ mightiest oak, toward saintly Dīn Djinn-commanding ring, Alexander amongst men Miner…
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Drugs and crowns
I’m on drugs and crowns Gemheavy sceptres Rugs spun of thread exceptional Ermine gowns with fur mantles colour eglantine Dick eggplantine, often planted Call my dick the plantation All that came before erasing Rumour that I’ll boom it, some foundation You’re frothing like fancy coffee Little death without a coffin You say amazing amazing amazing…
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Old king’s thoughts
Fog settling on barrow downs, holes for old kings I am an old ship’s remnant hull, full of old things High and grounded, looking down wingless angel The world below me raging like an ape volatilated By a net’s embrace, my finger along gilded cage’s bars Something to mark that Midas was here Through grilled…
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