Tag: rhyming
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Royal Lions in Line for Titles
When you’re in love, it can be look started Silk surplus curtains back peeled, parting. Looks darting. Revealing a jewelled stag and a diamond-mouthed pine marten. Horned me. Dark, darkest and stormy Inside the door, a worm-eaten portal. Vermeer this sky, a fatal bride. Neither safety nor bridle. Nothing confided By that unbright Titan’s silent…
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Dirty light
Of an evening I apply an even Oven heat To a blunt head and breathe. Her cunt measured to propulse my cream Whatever method as long as it’s unclean What of me ever seethes Concedes to green’s release. Reprieve, repeat Instead of being like a toddler teething I can see further than my ceiling. Spreading…
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Ripped bed
Though I, like Edward Carson, preached and prayed That they would together stay, the frayed skins I intended to employ in the beginnings of a joint Refused to appoint themselves gracefully, lick-anointed Like anthrax letters to all the badly behaved boys in Texas. She cat stretches a cataleptic’s spine Inducing a crack with falling rock…
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Homemade ogre mask
Every sense mine excited Sentbydivine scentlines Will guide my neon-heightened Triumph’s nigh on silent march through Irish Zion. Pirate-scion my corrupted blood a must-hunt lion. Around the shadow-marched marshine back Of a formidable Hawksmoor church Nazarene-lacking, bricked black I rip an apple bong of sapping, pongy exhaust before heading back inside I can lack a…
Alchemisland 