Category: Filí my pockets
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Attention beggar
Nazarene distinct Adhesive gazes slink to my rays and stick to my preying face My father’s advice on my wedding day: Only the winked at should know a wink has happened. Took a Wing-Chun practicioner down, had him tapping I’ve got lines, master of microdots and dashes I did have weed but I breathed it…
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Seaside session
Fried off a frenzy of pulls clasp my elastic pulse My Learish ears hearing only unfriendly jeers My friends half-horse like Firenze In the Benz, smoking full send A friend’s friend had the brass balls to ask for ends Plenty of lies between indulgent guys Fry-frenzied gulls dive spitefully toward piping chips They have become…
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What Neptune’s Oceans cannot clean
Black and unmoving as frozen fuel, Is it feuding dust upon my ill-adjusted aperture? Lust’s rust upon the eye, Or has some crusted shambler finally sighted the throat he’ll die to crush? To die, to love. To live, too much. My gloved life glibly lived I am he Whom just sleep eludes.
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Headgear
An egg nest of old helms Set in alcoves, web realms Grilled bird asylums. The awesomely silent World of someone else’s wife’s curls. Do not return upon completion, and burn this assignment, The sin of Simon, the din of wage exchanged for title.
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Salted beautiful
Across the table She blocks a shot, as only lacrosse players are able Decisions to make like the end of an episode of First Dates Menu perusal offers a flimsy stasis; The man I scored against during our Christmas truce Tomorrow I will aim blow away. This month, too many stars in Mars to avoid…
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