Tag: alchemisland
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ballgames
The kicked bladder spun for miles, Over many cornful spans did fly. I call admiringly across the storms, I fall before the Lords in every lifetime.
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Rites which melt spellcaster’s throats
The clumsy, functional Latin of a hedge magus Enabled me to intone the sable phrases of the incantation. Invitations. Invocations located in henblood-sprayed pages. Lost in the satin sumptuous of her gazegrabbing estrangement Bookback black as a sunchewer’s tongue An addict, her unguents clump my hundred stumps Her emasculating chambers decorated with paintings of hung…
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And now the players
Rainstorms Lear’s spittle-marooning litany drew near Her cakefrosting regard sweetened to searing. Slumping pain deforms love’s generous assumptions. My rear guard the lash-latticed ladder of my so-addled backbones; Deft-stepped orgasm climbs it like a Dibnah in his prime.
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Love which only a witch can give
The lash whip colludes with guilty skin against a ship’s central flue My fast twitch moods Brood with chimp changeability A sky in moody gold deemed too dear in cost for plebians to behold. There are those among us gifted with strange abilities, so I am told. The cold main course of my line-toeing life…
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In the solar
Mugging the sun at knifepoint. Up close, in the pocket with Apollo, Until my cooked eyes run like liquid birds from cloven eggs. Black as old potbottoms, no more than shell holes, Issuing listless smoke in storm-redolent spirals.
Alchemisland 