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A toilet rim of phobia.
cause worthy, fainting on stage with phantom mask.
Gloves with wings, and carrying bullet belts.
chard milk with it's hint of giving thanks.
hist' Now in the gutter, men scoop it out.
Guild worthy a fist of boulders, now in the back of my shoe my foot burns, miles on miles, but my eyes are tearing out my glasses, bulging out of the lenses.
hands in the septic.
cashing in or growing over a rotten field,
i mourn for all, in desperate times, day after day, riddled with time.
watching me, when in doubt, the movie rolls are eyes glued.
no speaking English, just murmur words to me.
patiently waiting for that ME to arrive.
sand filled feet.
destroyed hands.
lemon'd eyes.
pumpkin butter
Falcon On a Prosthetic arm.Unlike the wild berry lofts,
cascaded in the lovely dew of nobles.
Serious lenders to the psychic lies.
appetite deniers the falsehood of noodle-breath..
In to the winters bed.. sleeping in wishing wells.
rhymes on the world flat end.
castrated at the desk, by my former idol.
protect them in your golden arches.
watch them in the center eye,
eye always watching, tales of your mystery.
catching
driving and smiling.
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