Best Sieged Poems

Thy mouth dripping with drool.
North blisses and quick-witted doth unfool.

Thou shalt seclude from middling teenth.
Plummeted into a hornet tool.

Wailed as eerie as a panicked fetus.
Didst thou stay fed in the crumbs of mool?

Times beest tough about shimmering graves.
Grumbled, tucked, hadst a mischievous lol. 

Thy lure...

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