Tag: kings
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Plumtonguer
Riddle. Thought. Little lot Kitted, got Purple dots Persil, not. Eternal knot Cursive, brought To blood-bought life My knifemind’s misbegottens. Wordsmith. Softens. Caught her, now life. Acéphale’s neck cauterised. Weekends tended throatwise Goat, both thighs cum-striped Nighttime finery in endless supply Wick-leant liming light. A winey hellbulb’s strident fire. Civic wrongs. In a rented Civic,…
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Aubergine coaxmachine
Floating over Opal oceans Butterfly frozen My eyes confined. Upwardly mobile. Fill my throat-dyeing cup up to the lip, and sup. Kiss her bitter lustral gift in no time. She is that gifted, well-equipped, lilting, and lifting prose style. My disjointed, hiss-greeting soul is beneath the Nile imprisoned. Rope forgives my sins. Hope schisms. Anointed,…
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Nervous Purple
Score-keeping Norn Whose knit-formed Yonder scorned me. Daunder, she adoringly implored me. Saunter! Haunting a horned me; a sword me, whose glee deforms gorily. Any price, life for diamonds One cannot afford not to be able to afford glory. A bored, thornsat life. Splitting’s wrong; dishonest when you want it all. Be honest, be a…
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Jamming the treads
Usury. Luciferian use of me No such thing as use for free No such thing as abuse to me Silk masked servant’s toothsome glee Bird-backed serpent, acid-slurping merlions curled at boundary lines. Hell’s appleside sky foundry climbed, which strident harpies fly. Fur-lineds, blurred lines, earnings, ermines, hair ties, brassiere wires. Rings split along the side.…
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Stoneiric
Spliff’s a wit pilferer But in the end Wit’s a lead silverer; Gold foil a pleb Calling King Warbeck Perkin Does not a king empurple; It is more than jerkin and assertiveness makes a lord. Eyes red as a sharkattack patch, or post-wristslap which veins inhabit I am whisked back to every ungallant attack I…
Alchemisland 