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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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