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Still Rising
Steam still rising
before it spoke on the bough
a smile on its lips
with alluring sedation
a sedative for the dead
to clear my head
of the twisted nightingale
with eyes of deceit
in twilight's periodontitis
before it spoke on the bough
a smile on its lips
with alluring sedation
a sedative for the dead
to clear my head
of the twisted nightingale
with eyes of deceit
in twilight's periodontitis
Published 12th Oct 2021
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