Best Muzzling Poems

Listening to a gleaming
word whole life
and finding its meaning at
the *** end.
And you are in thrall
to a sinful pleasure.

The yearnings
of a small Pteris,
which drinks arsenic daily
to rescue a withering smile.

A poem sings to me
under a lantern, when a
storm was raging to roil
the blue birds of...

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