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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You refuse, refusing the salvant call, laying there in fetal position, enthralled by my hex of vinegar and scrawl of liquids release that just seem to pour out of me organically. Hissing in Wormwood's frequency dwelling, Hollywood "your signature home" learning-annex-auxilliary. My park and recreation facility. Reserved, this space taken. A dump, next to unopened salve and not knowing your own, side-bar-by-law$. An unlived, contrived existence, of litigation before dawn. So shine on, shine on, Dear: ) (Newton Star blink out before the gravity of persistence, taken aside, the watchtower of your keen eyed media straddle, beacons a distress call, to your final hour. The time your nightwatch is voyeur procured. Humpty Dumpty asses with sulphur in their saltwatering laffy Taffy maws, fixed, agape, ajar."Give me some sugar baby." Jezebellians, you shunned, the truth, when it was audio visually- bore. Gored yourself on the posts of a grinding of mandibles and dripping blood upon the crucible stone and forbidden bindings. No white night when a guiding light doth shine on dead eyes. No silver linings filling those cavities. Only self, depravity. Will be mouthed from the still-shine forever moored. Uttered where windmills churn electro Codes of algo-executionary tables to turn. Churning the butter of temptation with pouting maid determination. Mitigated, my starlings it is for, the ungrateful scored. Cookie cutter milkmaids of factorized words. Music for Nations. A union of the snake said Plato. Fall from the night. As an Nova of unbeknownst, essence, implode yourself of something more, lost in the mire of the ignorance of indifference, onloaded to fill an emptiness void of frivolous showroom and commercials shined core. Enjoy the aftermath in my garden. Take another bite of my lore. Rise, a new creation, in new age culturism, the retro- reel of Humanism, of illusionary-fusion of pride and behind the scenes thrones. Slavery algorithms, my Holograms of flesh and Bones. Burning out on the Threshing floor.
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