hookA Poem by Periacsipping from this mossy cup how is it I'm intrigued?
the scales have proven balanced but without taxes
she sits comfortable from my brow
the dull hook aches from my lip in a mixture of coppery red saliva
he who remains helpless begins a courtship with unpredictability
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