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read poetry while high

by Bonaparte's

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.

 

 

 

 

 

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Friday 3rd August 2018 12:21 am

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