A Hoof Function
Hoof Function
There who pretended
Inappropriate Beauty,
capture the good and the bad
drag the better parts
successfully hide fashion
of the decadent
of the old
This song of the soul
The language of raced striped glory
Here now innocent approaching
they meet
perfectly pronounced pleasant
amuse the who learns
through his mind
appearance wasn't fit to be tied
Black abyss shrouds the eyes
Roots uprooted, tarnished futures beyond
Traipsing, tripping, tumbling
cleanse yourself.
Through a nether of nothing,
sun birds live delicate deaths
Lilac brains
decided the haunted
a hoof function, this scripture
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