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Describe my imperfections, In a trained diabolical voice, Fill in the cracks on my skin, With tender blessed nuzzles, Search for all the scars, & make them tell tales, Of me being the intermediary, Of the constant battles, Of angels & neighborhood demons, Siphon blood from my veins, Make a libation then taste, Then tell me if it's pure, I know I have flaws, I don't have habits, I have deviations, My bones are rusting, I have spiracles on my spinal column, To breath the breath of the sages, and my teeth fear the tongue, So the wording is usually prolific, I have hieroglyphs on my chin, Because it's shaped like a pyramid, My poems are imperfect, My word-crafting is iRreGular, Now change me if you can.
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
My Infinite Imperfections
Describe my imperfections, In a trained diabolical voice, Fill in the cracks on my skin, With tender blessed nuzzles, Search for all the scars, & make them tell tales, Of me being the intermediary, Of the constant battles, Of angels & neighborhood demons, Siphon blood from my veins, Make a libation then taste, Then tell me if it's pure, I know I have flaws, I don't have habits, I have deviations, My bones are rusting, I have spiracles on my spinal column, To breath the breath of the sages, and my teeth fear the tongue, So the wording is usually prolific, I have hieroglyphs on my chin, Because it's shaped like a pyramid, My poems are imperfect, My word-crafting is iRreGular, Now change me if you can.
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
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