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Mar 2013
Call me haphazard
your toot-sweet boutique of skill
a pillpopper's dream

I'm not impressed by
the tongue your mediocre
narcissism speaks

what fading color
propagating hues, faker
saturate the blues

drown that puppy right
pay your ******* dues, tighten
the knot of the noose

Now is your never
you wrought the wrong from the right,
shoddy forever

Now is your never
sever the tongue that divides
wrong from the Right Now

Blasphemed the subtle,
broke the trust, popped the bubble
and wandered away

Call me a savior
I'll interrupt with a lie
truth can never repay

Defenestration,
when the face meets the pavement
your artifice blooms

Sitting stagnantly,
in the shade of the tower
it's toppling soon
My regards to the city of cross-less roses.
If there were any doubt, each stanza is a haiku. And toppling is 3 syllables because I said so.
Misadventures of Crow
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Misadventures of Crow  40/Gresham
(40/Gresham)   
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   vamsi sai mohan and Michelle
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