Category: Filí my pockets
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Heartfondergrowing In Absentia
Feels like ages We progress through stages like grief We process through ages like streets We profess adoration We profane adulation Sheer elation once Now look the state of us Kicking lumps over what another wouldn’t fuss Brush over it bald patch Rush into it rough patch On my back more than a back patch…
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SpitItOut
About to lay down truths Leaving today with an empty boot Fuck fire I’m pyre in the booth Vampire in the tooth Cthulhu call me Architeuthis My brother and me raised by a wolf We trust but each other Direlings, born under the sign of Wolfe’s arctother Our arcs align with one another Our snarks…
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Ayúdame
I don’t need help with me I don’t need your empathy Golden lies you’re feeding me Olden guiles your Grecian fleet Thick as thieves, Amun of Thebes Amen to that, bless you sneeze.
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The Boys
Looking fly for the boys Fucking lie for the boys Fucking die for the boys Duck and fire for the boys Go hard for the boys Hoe guard, them toys Look fit with the boys Fuck, lit with the boys.
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Bankburster
Commerce stilted while high street’s silted More burst banks than Dillinger’s explosives More bankside miracle than the hands of Moses More roses strapped to lamp posts More wool than trapped in lamb coats Across your eyes, that’s my disguise My five fingers venetian blind one eye I’ve always been a hider in closets A closet…
Alchemisland 