A bug just crawled across my page,
A flood just came across my rage.
A sea of blood just stalled and stalked across my wall of sage.
The perfect riddle couldn't construct the giggle,
The giggle of maliciousness is extra destructive,
Psychotic thoughts like a million marbles stray very little.
Whistles of deliciousness is extremely productive.
Gristle crushing to a thousand pieces comes fast,
Human waste like his first intake was his last.
Old skeletons die slow.. corrected by conviction,
But then the souls turn blue like the sky or purposeful throat constriction.
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--True Poet, your composition is incredible;
ReplyDeleteeach word, every phrase delivers me into another world entirely.
Work well done, nothing less is expected.--
beautiful as usual and full of creative passion that leaves me in awe
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