....in hushed tones of porous
red, eye bled
too much sour fragility
born of nobility's bed
~<⊙>~
watch me crack Pandora's box
breathe the spirit's aftershocks
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I'm wheezing the nauseous
dread instead
the chloroform storm
is brewing
I'm locked and loaded
bloated and bad
oh me oh my
too mad to be sad
**~<⊙>~
Affects of a fuller Moon
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