Tag: armour
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Plated congress
Fit for battle, lacking only foe and fitting standard We coupled, war-dressed, in armour, like Vandals. Our clanging visors; our sandwiched hands of iron undivided She moved with the inevitability of karma toward a smile Determined to curb it all a while. Between curtain wall and bed curtains, the stairs curved. Bumping gorgets Sword-lording corsets…
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Suit Yourself
Inside iron armour my frail deranged armature is pale Fastness my flesh can hide where nothing can assail Sculpted by an amateur symmetry’s anathema What they wilt Rabelais’ Thelema their schema. When December first heightens wasted months, a whole year to bewail If you cram it in every day that month, it cannot be chalked…
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