Tag: fiction
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Dirty sex poem only wretched, toilet-tempered night ghouls could ever enjoy
Running rates trading posts would go crazy for Pedometer gains daily equivalent to four restless postmen’s range Smoking haze by acre, through societal change, post-dem USA Reading tracts of Rabelais and it makes more sense than Reddit takes. Got chambermaids, chambered eights Chambers made stately by shameful eighths Chambers made up, for anyone who wants…
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God of the bus stop
Dying to feel fuck all, get a buzz on at all times Bristling at cold whistling Spandau’s Gold at the bus stop, Ormeau Road With my hand out like a cordial offer to a former foe Passed the old graveyard, whistled Hymn to Pan, accidentally invoked Chaos I couldn’t control in my left hand Tossed…
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The last picture
Lightning flashes Like a flasher’s camera On the date of his capture Plans carefully made suddenly unravel Hidden pasts given up naturally, Time’s way of caring. The light from the bolt divorced the victim’s last picture From a night alike a whiteless knight’s colt’s black coat. In a dirty alley, his curt life ended badly…
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The secret of sitting for portraits
Sitting for courtly portraits Hours unmoving, some find torturous I slink off, go somewhere else, you see Escape through a portal into outer Me Gateless, without palisades No corners, shapes or names Where elephants, grapes, bridges, hadrosaurs and regretted days Are each one and one the same; A place where is and is not shame…
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ECSTASY SHAG
She’s from Lusk and sucks me Loud doggy style, no hush, Puppy She wants it faster when I’m in her pussy She shouts mush, I’m not fussy Hole and a heartbeat, that’s enough Glutton for my nuts This is not a put on She runs the gamut Of things I dub smutty Back from the…
Alchemisland 