Category: Filí my pockets
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Ishtar gates protect my heart
Upon, as asset to, an ass, is Jesus back? quipped the papers When some taker for quick jape leaked gayness without his say So and so it was, so it goes So one knows at rite-stowing night why In unquiet dreams he rides screaming into open throats. Saw a violet woman opal-eyed Emerge from opining…
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The unknowability of the
Untrampled lands My old manse Ivy plant clad Eschews fancy trappings, like plans Dungeon lonely Onion stone only Miles of devotional tapestries Depicting recondite mythological scenes; Sky like Pict-skin, white with woad spirals Picturetaker, lasts a while like a corpse’s smile.
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Potatoes
Oven at 200 for, say, 25 minutes Come out perfectly Laden feed for a laden people Dark of latent need on a blatant treeless heath Potatoes, Queens printed boldly on the dusty sack Their weight in some sense their nature. Easter closing in, I have deprived myself nothing The greatest temptation of all When the…
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List of my accolades
Regarding grades, academic station My highest attainments from that parent-elating kind are far estranged Mainly, completion of that test oft-taken Whose outcome plainly denotes to a quaking novice in their robes Which Hogwart’s house their innate virtues best extols. Than me, you could not study less I did not pay attention, too busy messing I…
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18th birthday
No feeling worse than perceiving Death’s impeding imminence In the o’er sharp list of a once-Titan’s keel. Waving goodbye to your mother and sister for the last time, Knowing it’s the last time. A bellyful of birthday cake, and his first ever sip of wine.
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