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My roll ends with the tides of the shifting moss Amateurs murk forthwith in a tin can Out of the cool wide-eyed of night dream mist Deadened lines slamming heaviness on tombs Rain cities distilling the cold blue night Cracks underneath the putrid sky lit doors Clay built street lamps melting on Earth’s rumble Inescapable hues of red sunshine Broken shades of satire crawl around Over the moonstruck autumn fairy rain White skeleton crows in adverse obsidian Dowsed in misery, songs for the wicked sweet Mocked, maimed and ill-trodden To the fancy slims of the crystal ball Born to the age of tangled wars Aching wheels of thoughts heralding headlong
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 7:09 PM UTC
Heralding Headlong
My roll ends with the tides of the shifting moss Amateurs murk forthwith in a tin can Out of the cool wide-eyed of night dream mist Deadened lines slamming heaviness on tombs Rain cities distilling the cold blue night Cracks underneath the putrid sky lit doors Clay built street lamps melting on Earth’s rumble Inescapable hues of red sunshine Broken shades of satire crawl around Over the moonstruck autumn fairy rain White skeleton crows in adverse obsidian Dowsed in misery, songs for the wicked sweet Mocked, maimed and ill-trodden To the fancy slims of the crystal ball Born to the age of tangled wars Aching wheels of thoughts heralding headlong
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 7:09 PM UTC
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