Tag: poem
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The latest
An accusation has been made That you are not a man at all But a being made of flame Invading us from Hell’s halls.
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Trial by Combat
Utmost disorder when I use a pen lid to scrape out the kief drawer Coughing like soon bound for the coffin Wouldn’t be shocking, live each day like the magazine stand Full of Life and some porn, I of the storm darned by old Norns Stoned enough to stymy a prime rhymer Feel like this…