Tag: rhyming
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Boke
Mack returning Like I ate two happy meals earlier That’s now being ejected urgently Binging and purging, hunger wakes a warrior version
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Walking Home
All hate and love is longing for the other Fresh corpses thronging ponging ovens Handled gloveless the loveless carapaces Stoven skull corpses Dragged at dull dawn from rancid chambers, emaciated and uncandled Put through fatal paces, beyond any man’s handling Breathless with excitation, the Ravager in odd leathers is led away His dismal chamber well…
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Glimpses of tomorrowmaybe
Her visits are never timely but always serve to enfire me I’ve just now razed the batch about which her query was raised, so she’s just in time like a musical phrase Flickering fires licking at uninnocent files Adjusting them from whole cloth to ash pile The return of animism and old lives among the…
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No Room
You are the only one who compels me to get out of me The gouty skin and me as flimsy mind Separate like parts of a doomed flight But for the chewtime of one meal Your chewtoy me Left on the cold floor when due times are deux chimed You can only be a new…
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Bonestrewn lovepath
Now’s the time to make the call If I go now that’s it, I’ll never call I’ll think about everything everyday but never break nor remount the wall Like a citadel taker at the breaking of achingly some long siege Ice again repeats Cold coats closed tight, icy hands shrouded by long sleeves I was…
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