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Old rings grow great But the circles are less perfect. Have to squint To make the shape Stand Stout. Purple on black- Looks bright! ******* on **** High as a kite. Some mornings Stay stale As old cheese in the fridge. Stagnant. No matter how hard I stare, Or how much I squint, I can’t make the blood On palace walls Look like liquorish. I cant make the holes In my shirt Look like button holes... Find the perfect partner- My hand in hand; To lead me across this ravished land. To make it feel alright. Like human means human.
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Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 5:21 PM UTC
Evergreen- Bitter Scented Oakland Dream
Old rings grow great But the circles are less perfect. Have to squint To make the shape Stand Stout. Purple on black- Looks bright! ******* on **** High as a kite. Some mornings Stay stale As old cheese in the fridge. Stagnant. No matter how hard I stare, Or how much I squint, I can’t make the blood On palace walls Look like liquorish. I cant make the holes In my shirt Look like button holes... Find the perfect partner- My hand in hand; To lead me across this ravished land. To make it feel alright. Like human means human.
I once dared to dream of an Oakland beholder, whose maker held a misused, trusted scheme.
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31/M/Essex
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 5:21 PM UTC
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