Please! do not suffer
me subtle realms of
lavish decorum where
under the light of subterfuge,
hidden deep within its core,
bomb-blastic realities
wait for that moment
when duplicity goes too high
and the fuse is lit...goodbye!
Yet, not yet...as time's
invariable fate is late
and hope is still at the
door...will one open to
its subtle knock and
let my words come in?
Ye podgy perverts, repent!
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