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Deep Buried Dark Hearted
Plucking a dulcimer the scale-breasted Sultry succubus sullen in a sunken Place singing dirges for lost ages Her lost race under the wrong sun Live long lives, long doom’s thrum.
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Chasing (I had tax)
My whole life spent chasing tail I’m like a hunting hound When I taste a fox I turn, don’t see Siegfried around. Laying trails in case I need to backtrack fast Back cast my windlass is west cast I sprint fast down town aves Dodge junkies mad on cans White vans black vans luas lines…
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Bits and Pieces
I want to tell you about some episodes from my life I’m a virgo think myself a gardener Wish myself a hard man, loyal except to partners I put the I in the triangle, my angle is humble I select your blindness I kill you with kindness Elude with humour your recovery devices I give…
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Jericho Valley Dog King
Induction into mysteries In three, miseries and mirthful memories triplicate Crone, mother maiden, god jesus satan syndicate The furious sun, o ceaseless tantrums which blood assuages Placated by placentas plus most of a year the Crom Cruach is stained with babies A horse foaming like it has rabies while the future king dashes its innards…
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