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A Crooked Corpse
Tasting marmalade of sweet dreams,
twisted obscene, clockwork harp,
in the devil's farse.
Sounding louder with the strings,
deep in the menagerie
of the raven's ossuary.
Reaching an orgasm
with the quill's catheter,
riding a crooked corpse.
Choiring with the castratos
in the abbey of fornication,
genuflecting with friars.
Sounding louder with strings
and the midnight piccolo,
forever and ever, who knows.
.
twisted obscene, clockwork harp,
in the devil's farse.
Sounding louder with the strings,
deep in the menagerie
of the raven's ossuary.
Reaching an orgasm
with the quill's catheter,
riding a crooked corpse.
Choiring with the castratos
in the abbey of fornication,
genuflecting with friars.
Sounding louder with strings
and the midnight piccolo,
forever and ever, who knows.
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Published 25th Feb 2023
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Anonymous
- Edited 16th Mar 2023 7:45pm
25th Feb 2023 3:12pm
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25th Feb 2023 3:20pm
I just spill the ink and let it splash. For years I thought I couldn't write until I discovered that there is no wrong way to write. The best way to write is to live your words in a daydream and listen to silence.
Anonymous
- Edited 16th Mar 2023 7:45pm
25th Feb 2023 3:21pm
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25th Feb 2023 3:31pm
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