Soil Creep
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The DiveA Poem by Soil CreepMusic |
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Holus-BolusA Poem by Soil CreepTortoise |
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Micro-waveA Poem by Soil CreepMoo.Smells like nuclear falloutTastes like yellow skin flakes from a dark manHey nails, come back.I need you to grab things.Hey hair, come backI need .. |
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AgainA Poem by Soil CreepIn a momentas such,remember that trunk in the cornernear his convenient tone establishing imagery.Light that audience selector of yours.Breathe the c.. |
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HankA Poem by Soil CreepThat slick way in whichtorpedoes traverse prairies all towards the gildedbuckle of his bucktooth grin and slackjaw swagger.He's blowing through them.. |
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A Tip of the HatA Poem by Soil Creeppick up the sack it's time we hit the road and dreamed oftheimpossibilityoflife in this country.of roaches, reichs, reds, blues, pop rocks,and the inc.. |
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Forty Percent OffA Poem by Soil CreepMiscreant demonoids flap colors fragrantlyin shades of androgynous shame.When sundry and solipsistic, mellifluous in tones of ineptitude,he's gaining .. |
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HygieneA Poem by Soil CreepSome time passes between these hollowed out thoughts,I choppeddown,C u t-up, blinks and flashes into statements about the status quo.Never mind the ba.. |
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HedonismA Poem by Soil CreepDivulge |
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The AbstractA Poem by Soil CreepA little blast from the abstract cooks up embryonic icicles on the electric stovetop of boiled fantasies with the fiddle on the fire, tones emanating .. |
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