Category: Filí my pockets
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Exhausted Spellcaster
Wilson’s X faculty With expriests, exfaculty Using flesh-bedraggled, arrogant magic To disrupt normality. Cardiac afterburn Afterbirth formalities, disastrous afterwards After the maladies Past what and where words, mere air and curdled ‘cause Our fallenness Banned inkling of easing Time a wise centaur of healing entices closed my yawning heels The false and all-revealing ceiling of…
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Backsider
A lord amoral Pouring over her florid aboral Swearing a portal Will report back my staring; The garden unfloral, uncaring.
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Footwear
You hadn’t packed the right shoes For watching the age’s epochs-oded passing On some undamped part of massive yacht’s Jotun capacity.
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Gut flasher
Truth seek and funeral. See-through and dutiful As a ghost dog, solely logged by those necronomically attuned, Who, when jus-imbued, so rudely chewed the legs of your unit. I didn’t see you at the Shrew’s funeral. I suppose that, from Dewsbury, our yew-buried home appears rural. Gooseberry bitter my heart. Kept yards apart, at acral,…
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Sour news
Few as me are mooted! Wreathed and wrapped in funeral apt livery, death’s quivering green, For this useless Me’s commutation. Welcome ends, the wending Welkin blemish the moon’s weapons. Delivering to doorsteps doorstop portions of myself Until I’m empty as a DPD van’s back come six PM. Waste the diem. I breathed what repeated GP…
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