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bottom of a spell



i lay writing like a thunder cloud

running into a room , off frail obssesion

unearthly voices startled the killing obsolete manifesto

of a cry wolf, learning garret jail

sweetstick pevious nurotic vilth

you are a hommage hurling

major grinding ,accured picture

swallowed the bite

tapped on my name

jetty's space

frails my hands

learns to fly

while asking for a fishy rhyme

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