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Rum Jars
Desperately contrived from rum jars
my mind's liquidator buttered tongue
of toxic energy freeing my soul
from the dark's Jack-in-the-Box
before the winds spread my seed
in this orchard of stones
shrouded by the coffin's condom
my mind's liquidator buttered tongue
of toxic energy freeing my soul
from the dark's Jack-in-the-Box
before the winds spread my seed
in this orchard of stones
shrouded by the coffin's condom
Published 17th Feb 2025
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