Death-- The Savory Kind.A Poem by L0v3craft[Experimental]A Stork named Toolish-Brooks bounces on a ball The extremities found left and right Digging up skeletons, ending plight Saved the bell from spilling a spoonful of delight. Simple Eager Digger
The Crane dances in the wind Without hope of being condemned, suicide appeals Starving the Poet of his proverbial, hearty meal, Inspiration left him, but a kiss felt so steel. Digging Quenching splendor
Mischievous, cladded Fox fools Toolish-Brooks Insecure of broken paw-fingers bend under crooks Fickle-back crusty Crabs stole his favorite book Disheveling nightmare-baggage for the sake of a normal look. Simple Satisfied Digger © 2012 L0v3craftAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorL0v3craftNPR, FLAbout"I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, .. more..Writing
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