E-lawn’s musk, freesh peach
scented-spring, razing-rose flies
but for rightward wing.
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– achrilock
E-lawn’s musk, freesh peach
scented-spring, razing-rose flies
but for rightward wing.
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– achrilock
They say it’s mild, but
shit is wild, statistics hide
the bodies for them.
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– achrilock
And how-here-is-here,
placed-between-parentheses,
of fate’s-coiled-function.
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– achrilock
Never waste the time
saving wealth from their own crimes,
now, how does that rhyme?
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– achrilock
Should-break-such-shades from
Hells-have made, follows-that-fates
demand turn-in-trade.
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– achrilock
Pitter-patter-pat,
spitter-spatter-spat, ever
feel-the-fall of that.
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– achrilock
Storm-soaked-skies, sighing
winds sing, grand-grant no-notice,
waft-butterfly-wings.
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– achrilock
Clouds-cluster-and-close,
sowing-as-sown-as devils
writhe-when gods-grow slow.
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– achrilock
Wind-worries-not-was
where in blowing-but knowing
gale’s-glee-in-growing.
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– achrilock
People locked-in-loops,
wishing-waiting-for-worthy,
who-will-only-waste.
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– achrilock
What-to-for-the-world?
Given taken loved near?– Self?–
And fuzzy logic.
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– achrilock
Morrows light or dark
to-tell, tonight-most-truly
is haunted-as-Hell.
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– achrilock