Licking wounds under a spotted ceiling,
Unifying the five-point dealings, noticing the
Noose hung in the corner where their flag should be. Inner
Alliances soon to battle in the raw with retroactively altered histories,
Revolting Forces have placed the charges. Meanwhile....
Eagle eyes growing tired in the neon fire in this emotion gyre.
Comfort spoiling the bed of nails of a home sweet home; a mini boast.
Licorice ghost nudging one's eyes over the moon and left shoulder,
Irregularities in every word she utters, 'Like, just round that bend?'
Pretend she doesn't hear the deploying ploy, holding this Charm City line,
Super setting an ugly trend, all and all, the lunacy shoots for the fine.
Evil may reign supreme, but her smile gives some ground to defend.
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Willem Indigo
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