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Marcela Proust Poem
It's time to
Test the new
The latest in
Technology
No more need
To drink over a
Gallon of foul
Liquid or any
Sorts of pills
To sort through
In fact it's
Almost
Like a drive thru
Butt in your own
Home butt it's
A bit more
Complicated with
Software butt
What's worse
Is the hard
Drive
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Marcela Proust Poem
Test icles
Female dog
Oral stimulation
Wood
Rectal insert
Bulb of the vestibule
Raccoon
Box
Ipipi
Del dool
Dike
Cigarette
Akkineni
Mouthification
Analingus
Fornication Under Consent of the King
Fudge factory worker
Gay
Ejacu late
Fleshy folds of skin
Handwarmer
Black person ethnic slur
Pene
Rose thorn puncture
Cono
Strange
Sack
Fecal matter
Promiscuous woman
Pluck
Pecho
Obnoxious person
Faighne
Master Baker
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Marcela Proust Poem
My Muse
Squeezed
One out
I think
I will
Call
IT
Panagiota
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Marcela Proust Poem
I once was
A wasn't
But
Doesn't
A dozen
Wasn'ts
Add up to
Something
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Marcela Proust Poem
Yeoman throw
On another
Faggot
Fuel the
Fire
Yeoman
Throw on
Another
Faggot
To fuel
The fire
Yoe
Man E
Throw R
On an i
Other F
Fag e
Got h
to t
F U E L
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Marcela Proust Poem
After shutting off the bedroom
lights by closing my eyes; I see
sparks of fireworks in my mind
thinking synaptically.
It's not in anyway a day
to celebrate nor holiday,
so making me more to
think feeding with fuel
thoughts forgotten, now done
brought up from depths not
sought; for caution when
stepping on the edge
of what's surely the deepest depths
of my mind's sea. Seeing old ideas
again, now as blind creatures that
shine by bioluminosity; for we
all shine on
and on and
on and on...
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Marcela Proust Poem
The body pillow
Next to me not
Embalmed but
Stuffed with
Goose down
Holding it close
To my naked body
I feel no warmth
I must be feeling
Winter's weather
Or thinking
Thoughts of
Freezing
Geese
That
Got their
Feathers
Plucked
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Marcela Proust Poem
Pick it
Up that
There in
Front of
You then
Throw it
Over
There
Behind
You where you
Once were
Before
When you
Stepped out
Your door and
Walked
Passed
Other
People's glass
Houses all the while
Smiling knowing that you
Threw the first
Stone at
Your
Very
Own
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Marcela Proust Poem
Sigh
Someone say
Something
Sate my starving
Synaptic surges
That slowly but
Hopefully won't
Succumb to so
Stated selfless
Self-proclaimed
Salesmen and
Women
Selling
Subjective
Sylabbic
Alphabet
And omega
Steamed
Stodgy
Soup
That
I seemingly
Stir slightly
Swirling
With a
Spoon
While
Staring
Some
Where
Where
Babel has
Fallen into
Babble but
Silas sings
Off these
Shackles
So sing
I while
Silent
Stupid
Sheeple
Graze on
This page
And no one
Says anything
Sigh
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Marcela Proust Poem
Me being first
On the scene
Seen by now
By 391 people
My Muse's poetic
Excremental accident
Accidentally left me without
Any comments by those that had
Witnessed
The crime
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