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6h
A — A mouse ran up the clock, Chasing time before it chases back.

B — Because she bites, not barks, An easy force to flee—if you dare.

C — Cunning cat, can’t calm the itch,
Curious claws digging her own ditch.

D — Dagz likes daks *****.
A gold-chaser on the prowl, no looking back.

E — Eager for riches,
Ego splintered over broken bridges.

F — Faking warmth, feigning grace,
***** around and masks her face.

G — Gold is the goal, not growth,
Glitters more than vows or oaths.

H — Hungry for high-born hands,
Hypocrite when crossed or reprimands.

I — Ingrate, inked in infamy,
Ignores her stench of treachery.

J — Joy's a name she never knew,
Jester smile, intentions skewed.

K — Killer thoughts line her kiss,
Knows how to wound with practiced hiss.

L — “Love” is her favorite lie—
Laced with longing for the life he buys.

M — Marie writes as Maria Ligaya,
But joy escaped her, left only drama.

N — “Not so fast,” she says with sneer,
Needs to cleanse her mouth to hear.

O — Oh, what silence sings,
Out of words and broken things.

P — Place me in your shoes, pretend—
Play it back, see where it ends.

Q — Question me? Or question you?
Queen of masks—what’s false, what’s true?

R — Respect is earned—not faked,
Robbed from those you’ve double-crossed and snaked.

S — Slithering, sultry, sharp-tongued ****, Stabbed her sisters for a shallow cut.

T — Truth, though late, still tolls—
Tide turns, exposing inner holes.

U — Universe keeps its tab and time—
Until your fate collects each dime.

V — Very well—go play your part,
Vain woman with a vacant heart.

W — Wilson, now happy with Rhoda—
While Wijo whispers empty pleas.

X — Xenon, your flame, burns too fast, X-marked stories never last.

Y — You, ungrateful to the bone, Yet wonder why you’re all alone.

Z — Zero grace and zero truth, Zipped inside a poisoned youth.
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Eindeinne Moon
Written by
Eindeinne Moon  25/F/Wonderland
(25/F/Wonderland)   
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