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Blunt Black Beaks
They're really masked buzzards
singing sweetly like pretty larks
until they plunge a blunt black beak
deep inside your giving heart.
Once your fully bled dry
you'll be fed talons of worthless gems
gangrenous oxygen from broken harps-
Over your bones they'll hiss strange melodies
dump your bones in a shallow bowl
of their own making.
They'll have a victory smoke over your expense
its best to quickly close every valve
and never-never let them in.
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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