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Two by two, to Timbuktu, watching the preamble to his vegetative state Rope-a-dope, a cautious slope, setting to fire from the gate Flame surged, feet merged…swept up in a seamless blur Awareness urged, the white flag’s purged…hallmark in corner paid slur. Back fed, delusions said, motivation slow to percolate Quick feed, slow bleed, letting the skin marinate Light stab, swift jab, birthed through motion Re-run, high spun, bringing about commotion Objectivized meat, rinse-repeat, turn a hook to roll the page Ref stalls, opponent falls, strobe lights flood the stage Roll to ten, count and spend, nothing goes unchanged Two to one, sign and done, it’s all prearranged
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
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Two by two, to Timbuktu, watching the preamble to his vegetative state Rope-a-dope, a cautious slope, setting to fire from the gate Flame surged, feet merged…swept up in a seamless blur Awareness urged, the white flag’s purged…hallmark in corner paid slur. Back fed, delusions said, motivation slow to percolate Quick feed, slow bleed, letting the skin marinate Light stab, swift jab, birthed through motion Re-run, high spun, bringing about commotion Objectivized meat, rinse-repeat, turn a hook to roll the page Ref stalls, opponent falls, strobe lights flood the stage Roll to ten, count and spend, nothing goes unchanged Two to one, sign and done, it’s all prearranged
charles-lutwidge-dodgson
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
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