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Vampress
I. Strong, vain men I can silence with one withering look No truck me with jamb-hung onions and planks depicting suffering Jesus In the damp, cloying darkness of a moon-bathed dungeon Forth crawls She dry-mouthed, affixed on destruction Spiderlike she climbs ceiling-height Spite-exuding she weaves false light illusions in childrens’ rooms She is the whisperer…
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Stronger if possible
Take a crack but be warned: kickback Honking weed zonk you clean, strong this Heraclean Turn you zombie, mole headbonked by the lad leaning over the machine Head honcho so Sir when you address me, be sure to add the right stress Know by my feather headdress and purple poncho who rules the roost, who’s…
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Prisoner of chest and skull
Hours before the wormgetting lot hark to cockrow Or the charge of the larks, early starters darkening the sky One but phone reads real feel minus five, way too early for a fire Divining ways to warmer places, can I somehow make ink sing itself silver Darkened chambers inside writing in an icy room, pallid…
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DUALITYHER
She says I’m mean when she’s clean, won’t see me No seat the table, I was the steamy presence at the feast Only the mediums present could sense me, but on gear She’s calling for meets freak amounts, overeager Did both sides, like eggs done over easy She sends me pictures of her midriff and…
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Conspiracy Theory I
Diana dying in a tunnel A word from mummy or husband and it’s done Dodi sucking on toe rings, supporting the revenge dress When the car crashed, his head hit the deck and practically melted Rain was pelting down, from the forecast it was expected Fifteen CCTV cameras in the tunnel, none of them inspected…
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