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May 20, 2015

Constant

Those darkened days of moist re blaze.
Sinister blue craving dew.
Pondering glances of sunny lewd.
Of one thy many the showers of many.

Run o rain pungent pain
In dry bosom of cleaving illusions.
The aroma of coma
Of smell of drona.
Intrusion infusion of deafening conclusions.

Tyranny mischief off gleam of my sleeve,
Foggy phonetic of Mr. Poetic.
Rubbish for say folking my play.
A pat a tat a rickety clap.
A tap a dance swinging jazz.

To hail a ham ones tonsil gland.
or devour the beast with one last glance.
Love constant life.
Constant is fiest.

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