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Becomes Taunt
As the shadow of twilight becomes taunt
with a poultice of the naked napalm
taunting memories in my mind's hatbox
haunting me speaking to my newlywed
in the tongue of the embryo's Serengeti
echoing from the fourposter bed
listening to my Modernismo
running with the hyenas
with a poultice of the naked napalm
taunting memories in my mind's hatbox
haunting me speaking to my newlywed
in the tongue of the embryo's Serengeti
echoing from the fourposter bed
listening to my Modernismo
running with the hyenas
Published 29th Jul 2023
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