Category: Filí my pockets
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One night amiga
Never out of service My loud in surplus Thirsty cats slurping Guarded by Cerberus Burn brand my servants Blue lights am swerving Ghosts, blue as where Peter Purvis works Perverts drooling, saliva pooling whilst gooning As a Turkish sans turban twerks Extra score, she’ll sell on this turf at half term Just a girl, age…
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Flesh ashtray
Greedily fisting freely, barely squeezy Sex that’s sordid, painful and seedy Ashtray of flesh, James Dean me Put the B next the D, M says S is never free Suspended from the ceiling Whips and chains, ecstatic pain Off the rails like a train derailed, railed in ways I couldn’t detail If you look, you’ll…
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Statue fragments
Come, marvel at marble from the Parthenon A sea path brought it closer to Partholón Had them parcelled Very fragile written on Ancient cargo, brittle from Ardours of aging, changeless But breakable.
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Map key
Got blues and clues in the alleged cabin Got headblocking crops and partial maps of the route, legend on the back Perfect examples upon examination end up flawed every time My house upon arrival they’re awed every time I’ve got broad budgets, budgets just for broads, b&bs abroad Never fudge number crunching I’m what happens…
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Old 46A route
A swoon-inducing fullmoon The lure of the lunar Weaker still than the ever-lure of drug abusing Lungs ballooned with pure food fumes Rood and my polluted mind in communion Shadelings in collusion, directionless but never waylaid They hate seeing me stand up to stand out, about to prove all I said Muhammad wants the mountain…
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