Tag: art
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Having it
Frank admission, my issue’s rarely regard drug acquisition Attained standing and position by preying on addiction Hug my missus before heading out on business She bugs me about staying clean, hitting books My crooked books are cooked, worried we might be bugged Circle of salt, not warding off slug assaults on my bergenias Too dug…
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33 with ground to gain
Hi, I’m Mike and I’m a corruption sponge. What else explains satisfactorily my ill gains Despite all the pain I’ve caused, the wrong I’ve done. Blood on the illuminated pages rubies in the sun, The monk rather erupted, He who oft spoke up when another evoked hush. That work is never done, of turning to…
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Growing the additional eyelids required to enter the Red City
At night, my narrowed mind pilum flights far from the ward Toward some blissless, harrowing land full of listless history Strange manner, odder banner Blinding wind and blistering sand Fissures hissing, a scorpion’s vicious arrow stinger never missing Shadowless as prissy-making unsunned climes yet all the while An ever-prodding sun’s formative rod rots beginners before…
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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.
Alchemisland 