[Rig]
I just wish it were fancy again. A truer savage Christ stamped down upon kingdoms where wayfarer blight is never heard of in a trudge of aesthetic post’s about you’re pets and makeup tips. Oof! So I shook winters crystal to melt as summer was pressed to the land with a kiss. My swollen pupils and sweated brow await remedy from a prick self Minister. Thy papal seat the rails tracks where that new rose thorn grew between the main line registers the same color but now both lie flush and flush. A lone flower standing over it’s final resting place.
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:)Dirty Jon:( The heroes symptoms are seen to clash that flag thus full and flowing is nothing more than a clear plastic bag stuck at half mass in an abandoned strip mall parking lot. Crust punk kids dig through dumpsters out back looking for anything of value to trade for medicine they burn on spoons. Dirty hunger in belly’s speak to each other ignored by it’s owner’s the heroin calls the dealership for all the fixings. Table for one. Paramedic waiters catering to emaciated body’s they pump full of naloxone and transport to pandemic beds where as soon as we can walk out of the hospital hotel quickly pass the check on the way out. The disease every bit as deadly as the virus. One a heart wrenching news peace the other pulled from abandoned buildings and alleyways where the only thing to see you O.D. Is the graffiti.
By Cranial Origami2 years ago in Poets
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