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Post by thefleetsin on Apr 14, 2017 16:31:16 GMT
the dance of the melting children
badges, the remnants of shredded name tags were all that remained. between the crags as we danced i would romance you. with stories, suess-topian glories, while the monsters replayed gory from their feathered beds. bound in the chains they wed themselves to.
we are now in caves of light, shielded from the everlasting night they endlessly pander to.
we dance, in spite of you.
sjw 04/14/17 inspired at this very moment in time by the butcher, the faker and the irradiated fable maker.
from the 'baby series' of poems
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Post by The Herald Erjen on Apr 15, 2017 2:56:40 GMT
Awwwwwww. Where's my hanky?
Are your initials really SJW? How apt.
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Post by thefleetsin on Apr 15, 2017 5:21:24 GMT
Awwwwwww. Where's my hanky? Are your initials really SJW? How apt. of course they are. the one thing i cannot be branded as is a liar.
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