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stirring in a rest, whispers go for a bite. the flame out, there was no telling who or what. the candle relit, but wore its shades at night. fine dark lenses fitted for a blind spot. slowly, the fit to trick wasn't even twined. there was quiet and troubled evening talk. slipping out and putting in time on another dime fractures a rock. they called it and it wasn't kind. no one cared for the skull scrape fanatic brain rot mechanic antics. ok then it was really just bait. gotta lotta gutter squire tics over bringing fish to store scales, weighing in a gram off to my bit. cheated again by the swindled hearts. why then does the crow feed as it does if better grain is found in farms. shoosh-the neighbor gets the neighbor, looking gift cups of sugar in the mouth. unhealthy living dynamics talk is a bore. now a thimble of sugar for breathing in and out the worst of days, can really grease the bored. the proof being is in something that ***** and pouts. if anyone asks the lovebirds are tired of the knots between their stomachs being tautened. full of fish and sugar and lizard tails traitors and tailors of breaking wanton hearts, soon to rip all of their candle wicks apart.
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Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 2:09 AM UTC
ripping wicks
"The Swindle", is a possible escape plan in order to divert attention completely away from the VAST majority of preying eyes! "Why!?" And..."why now question it...?" Whatever the situation, you need to be wary of totally undivided attention...,since you are not alone...of an obvious disguise (upon an even more obvious "swindling" act).
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May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 9:53 PM UTC
"The Swindle."
In the wake of recent events I have concocted a potion Of lies and mischief Of sins and virtue One sip is a trip to nirvana One glass is a slap in the face But to see it, you must be blind And to taste it, no tongue. How can I exist if I'm not real? How could you trust my deceit? You should worry, for I tend to linger But not too much, or your hair will turn grey. Such an anomaly I am, one to never truly fade But I stay in uniform and conform to complacency.
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Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 11:23 PM UTC
Us Bums Are People Too
Ancestral riches In ancient jewelbox,night, No one would swindle!
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
An antique jewel box