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Jan 2016
the slavs never left europe,
which makes the language
of western europe
riddled with missing accents
noted and seen spoken and unheard of likely
so bemusing you almost wish
they stayed, and played that game
of small town boy, liked khaki,
said khaki was ***** brown,
twist the star of david not the *******:
21st century;
then the care to speak the language,
and riddling politicise the language
of that what's spoken for ego as master censor
make ***** of f*ck... please do parabola -
i'll just graffiti in chalk across all fives of the keratin.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
930
   Mica Kluge and Samuel Hesed
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