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  • Duality

    Each thing paired; two’n; Swoon inducing Sun the Blisterer Sister shadow Moon the Whisperer Hers to boast the shim’ring dawn Linnet-led her piping Faun; Another’s lot the milkskin noon And waves who bear a soon-harpooned! Like bitter coins with lonesome side, All things dual; sun, moon, drought, tide.

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    24th Feb 2026
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  • Crocuses

    Dull, sunless months suffering penniless under coin-metred light Crocuses showing despite, sun-summoned Rice white the blindeye-like snowdrops probe impolitely Light-impelled, the breathless writer so lacking in editors Slathers menacing patterns upon the mud abutting the delta Stars not unlike me on the underside of the robe of night. Go out and shine no matter how…

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    24th Feb 2026
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  • ECSTASY SHAG

    She’s from Lusk and sucks me Loud doggy style, no hush, Puppy  She wants it faster when I’m in her pussy  She shouts mush, I’m not fussy Hole and a heartbeat, that’s enough Glutton for my nuts  This is not a put on  She runs the gamut  Of things I dub smutty  Back from the…

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    24th Feb 2026
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  • Visibly hidden

    Watching news reports, luring out lurid codes: Every shadowed gang a coven with a cauldron full of toads. Mainstream narrative’s a golf course full of holes Like that book everyone read, which Louis Sachar wrote. Outside the club in the car, session moth getting rode Big time movie director, erect and they’re wanting roles Tell…

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    24th Feb 2026
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  • Component replication

    Fingers of belt torturing girth this lot had, ill-befitting far from kings. Like dropped ‘furters on which furtive floor sludges cling, raw pink, With stalks greened by smoking, stunk, emphysemic. Hovered, portly shadows casted on numbered panels Knew nuclear codes. Greedily submerged keys one two As if ringing for a pizza. Content reigning over oblivion.…

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    24th Feb 2026
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