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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required If stars could see the sun~ slurping the grunglethorp grains from sweat-soaked streams, purging puddles of blurmorgris, you’d hear the phazephonyx symphony of my intestines churning chyme into acidic rhymes~ releasing piled pain upon a peezling palette of biled ballads. But why are the whistling whirls tangled in throttled thickets, weeping amidst the periwinkle werifesteria, grooving to the garglesome wind that suffocated the cartilage within the dry throat of wilderness~ ready to lure purple, perplexed pupils to the reeking ruins of once upon a rosy rendezvous, where picturesque polaroids of thanatophobic thistles fear the pungent aroma of decayed desires~ drenched in the stale shadows of whiskey specters, cloaking wisteria wishes fluffed with puffs of fluorescent fleur, designing a sky dressed in the darkest dews of rainbow rhinestones. So let the grotesque seeds of passion-fruit moon embrace the fossilized fragrance of fated flames, flickering mercuric beams splattering grubblortz sherbet of seven stars, for between the rising of blortmusk blurs and setting of fermented fog you will see the light~ awakening the parietal lobe of cracked constellations, merging rivers and lakes like the calloused corpus callosum, while mumbling gibberish in sheer eloquence… If to live, I shall master the sticky sails across saccharine deceit, I will forever steer letters glazed with remnants of pests to land in a canvas of magnified grey matter, an embodiment of an aesthetic disaster. A stoic shall wear it like a smuggled soldier, masquerading eclipsed heartbeats with crystal-clear carpe-diem calligraphies, until the sun and moon forget the putrid recipe of a philosophical ponderer, waltzing through corridors of cathartic crumble, frogs cradling crashed comets dusted with cosmic chemicals regurgitating unicorn droppings and cavalry waste.
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