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Almost about that

by Johnny Crimson

Keebler flows
Unwanted prose
All kitchen mice
return exposed.

To Salador
To Sahn alike
The grievers grieve
As tomb takes flight.

Gold encrusted
Helm parts glisten
A raiders heart spear
An entrails fission.

Putrid Minx
Of Shady Oak
A turnip blossom
A feast for crows.

Carnal clocks
Tick thighs apart
As second hands
Signal off the start.

Rusted intent
Able groined maidens
Clutch minute hands
Riding the river basin.







11/04/2014

Posted on 11/04/2014
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

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