...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Vv8_MzKRCA&ab_channel=JID-Topic
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. . Infuriated, the hammer's apparatus Clicks, like the intricate Interworking Of an antique and Anachronistic . Machine; . Infuriated, the hammer taps In sequence, against the brass Firing pins, set Into the cylindrical, pressed ends Of six, hollow pointed and 32 caliber . Cartridges. . . Dance. . . The rounds spray gravel, as they embed themselves Before hop-scotching, and overtly unencumbered feet - Decorated, thereby, with crimson ribbons, Crimson ribbons, and hypocrisy. . . Dance, then; . Dance like you've got it coming; . Dance; . Dance; . Dance. . . . © 2022 Ookpik |
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Added on October 1, 2022 Last Updated on October 2, 2022 Author |