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| Soul of Senile |
A COOPER AND A QUASHER
Dawn of the Day, Settled to Dine
Souls Unknown, Convened Alpine
Cliff Handcuffed, Raised in a Line
Ripped Rein, Pleasure in Pain
A Thing Intended, Ended up in Crime
Disbanded Love, A Life
And She Born,
Broke, Out of Sun
Like a Sweet Morn.
Judgement Passed & Court
Adjourned,
A Mother of Lore, Called her
Filth and Dirt
Infant in Mud, Stood in the Line
Tendered Tiny Hands, In Front of
Shrine
Guided Bleach, To the Black Beach
Bobbed up Glares and Smile,
Tangled in Worry and Vile,
Toe Dipped Down, An Endless Mile.
She begun to Walk and Rise,
Shy and Shrimp
Reflections of Mirror, Stood Arrey in
Dore
Wiggling Eyes, Blended Besides the
Lips
Probe and Pube, Became Beguiling Bolt
Ink of her Innocense
Muddled in, Black and Blue
Bliss and Blush, Scattered
In Prism of Cush
Hands Unfurled, A Peak Uncurled.
Magnet of Trouble and Trumble
Drenched in, A Circle of Shore
She Melded,
Betwixt the Rear and Fore
Love turned to, A Glum of Doom
Injected and Dejected
Willy-Nelly or By Access
Better She Bid High, else
It will Seize Her Shell
Like a Dour, Upon A Cist
Inquest of Rapture, Pondered in A
Mist.
She Savvied, Poise and Gauche
Spooned in Dusk
Snuggled in Dire,
Lopped her, Bosom and Boon
And still, She Shines
Like A Sweet Sunshine !!!
