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Hazardous harpies humiliate the humid environments of hapless and harsh beaches still waiting for slithering serpents to admit to sacrilegious statements and superstitious sayings that slyly stay in...
New poem in the language of Lucifer, which I've chosen to call pandas, not to be confused with the bear species of the same name lol..
We have something that they want A vicious attack we cannot stop Their red eyes view us as a threat So they sentence us to death.
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Isn't there something So ever beguiling Of tell-a-tale canines And Downing Street doors Chase down the waif With her arm In your trousers You're done Won't you please tell me The fish are all...
T. H. I. N. K. O. U.T S.I. D. E. T. H. E. B. O. X..
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I won't. Quit really. Understood. Why. It's happened. Hear. I can't. Move now. Paranoid breathing. Not too easy. I think. I'm a bit paralysed. It's just so so. Really. Dark sounds. Like my heart.
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Slipping..... Falling..... Gripping..... Brawling..... Screaming..... Holding..... Dreaming..... Folding..... Infecting.... Depressing... Rejecting..... Addressing... Confusing.... Breathing....
(dreamy intro) And so it begins..... I prefer the chaos in the middle.... The end is inevitable..... So that can wait a while, I need to share these things here first..... Stop!. Hold on. Wait....
It begins with a firing squad just as it began with Batman and Boy Wonder hung up on Diazepan it began with counting from one through ten then back again it begins with boredom not really...
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