Tag: writing
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The classics
Like some Tesla tether How well She conducts herself For one sent from Hell solely to succubise my life, And torment me away from myself; Her illusion dispelled, courtesy the thyrsus I wielded Purse of my vision filled like a mugger’s fist at her unshielded I saw well what the flexile well of the mirror…
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Fly
Skin another mask that’s worn Torn paper sky in storm aspect A mass of balled warnings Firmament, just another awning Nothing stopped by bawling You chose to go forth crawling Fisher of souls, must be trawling How many spirits trapped in my craw.
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Trainlure
By an impatient outpatient graveyard Shot hard that hydra-carted rumbling clacktrain Massive as a Gawainfoe, and manmade, so vain. As an arrow flaming bathes yellow the life it claims, So was that narrow passage shorn of midnight nakedness. Bell, book, and candle; Vellum book handled by hours lamplit. Championship chances my damp-lip cauldron creates amply.
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Father, they hate my creation
Loathed with gnashing hate my exasperating poems As if created bespoke for their specific knowing. Hate-fashioned totems lashing back at a total failure’s fate, Every evasive facet eight times worked to exert Maximum psychic damage on searchers. Four going down, so next gets the debt; Hammydown schoolgown, neck already stretched. Shoulder chipped like beat up…
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Hauberk
Alleged leftist militias ‘must be pacified’ If the Nation Ship’s course be righted Hoarse with fright, relationships strained Stained raiments on all white knights.
Alchemisland 