Curses
Unmarvelled presentations blacken a wall.
They have spent into an extravagance of eyes
Far more worthy our affect is this minute fault
This arranged linear on a plate,
It's planar and harsh. Beautiful, in a word.
Jest however you want, my belief in cheap is nothing
To this, to think I enable fakings of scripture
An imaged foretelling in curses is even told out loud
My friends, merit these propellers' last action
Their tedious tenure is to pay off
To a ghost, it's given. To bisons, it's real
Delay my hanging, I can sieve more dust. I become an aging
Vulva, like a republic on hold. I admit, I awaken
In you birthing pythons unwilling to skin
Of alternatives what shall my face fake?
Where in assault can dying be clay?
It moves me that I am queried, addressed, centered.
But your set targets move swift and I, a failed arrow
Only hit what hurts
They have spent into an extravagance of eyes
Far more worthy our affect is this minute fault
This arranged linear on a plate,
It's planar and harsh. Beautiful, in a word.
Jest however you want, my belief in cheap is nothing
To this, to think I enable fakings of scripture
An imaged foretelling in curses is even told out loud
My friends, merit these propellers' last action
Their tedious tenure is to pay off
To a ghost, it's given. To bisons, it's real
Delay my hanging, I can sieve more dust. I become an aging
Vulva, like a republic on hold. I admit, I awaken
In you birthing pythons unwilling to skin
Of alternatives what shall my face fake?
Where in assault can dying be clay?
It moves me that I am queried, addressed, centered.
But your set targets move swift and I, a failed arrow
Only hit what hurts
I love it how you do these last lines.
I sense a bunch of clowns in this piece that need to be skinned alive.
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ang babayeng nasaag |
1:53 AM GMT+8
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