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The Curse.
Grab a pinch of quantum soup
mix with fresh picked arrowroot,
NEUTRON STAR AND NEUTRON STAR.
gasping gluts of interstellar air
with corona of Altair,
NETURON STAR AND NEUTRON STAR.
dying light of Betelgeuse
cast around him double thrice,
NEUTRON STAR AND NEUTRON STAR.
Friday 3rd August 2018 10:41 am
read poetry while high
Double fuck
hit with some starry metaphor like a hammer smash
can taste the iron of proxima's atmosphere
tangy on a tongue like steak was slapped.
In jest I speak but truly sweet holy fuck
when those twisted sibilant sentences scathe and scrape around the cranial pits.
Friday 3rd August 2018 12:21 am
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