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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