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A Story by Max L
Sitting
assuredly with his hands regally resting upon the arms of the couches, as if to
declare unchallenged sovereignty upon the seat, the roo..
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If rhyme
must always bind itself to meter’s regulations,
Then watch
with fascination,
As the
rhyming forms mutations.
When
threads..
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A line of blood is all you need to fuel
The duel with Form’s conceit. And now your feet
Betray as they will never see how you’l..
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Keep me, trap me, spare some mercy
Life’s no game, nor is there gain,
When you’re the adversary.
Gag me, squeeze me, guar..
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