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False men, all of these.
Heads like summer hams,
And eyes that plead for blood.
Fat, crackling tongues
Spark dishonest engines
And dribble on..
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Night had crawled in and murdered meager light,
Through purple panes of milky glass, and placed
A chill on me, a nameless creeping blight,
And star..
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Charade was played, and just as well, as the worst of men,But the game cannot be won, and cheaters can't be beat.Laid them low, and made it so, then n..
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Sugar sweetened sickness,
And prescribed perception purification.
Kaleidoscope cardboard cartons
Fling fast food frailty.
A reimagined reality..
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A poem for Dig.
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Just a short story.
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