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The devil’s hourglass/Tastes like Adagio
“The devil never sipped on molasses…” Like a humbled pumice, the apparitions with “mottled plumage” hung over the ocean like paradise. A riddle of nectar stained the designer of vile breeding words with the collector of quips as the hourglass clung to the nether.
Published 8th Sep 2024
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For the “imitation is the sincerest form of battery” competition
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