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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #6 {His Rhythm}
{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #6} {His Rhythm}
His rhythm of
his songs played
like the sickest
twisted dead of a
deafening whistling
whisper's through
the cold northern
lights that only
the animals could
hear that kept
them howling
by the bay from the
amusement of his
meaningless song
that continues to
play his sickened
twist...
Saturday 9th December 2017 5:01 am
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