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I am so souless
Mull was culled from intestines of smeared thoughts
raking the dandruff of exotic dreams that swelled in nights hot
destined to be doomed in spectres of rejection that loomed
the party grooved on, intentions danced intricate, bodies just symbols
motives targetted serpentine and they had the groove
music lullabied sleepy tunes that went in a roam and soon on fumes
burn this floor that is quaken and singe these spies that have spied
on my peace that is stolen from between you and me
me is identified wind torn--you are quite nameless and faceless
and I am done not harking for soul even..I am so souless.
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