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I eat love poems for breakfast
and dull landscape poems for lunch,
then I sit down and crush the mountains
with my irrational
yet devastatingly beautiful eloquence,
as I write my poems on my arm with a knife.
Iced dreams weigh heavy
on my heart;
and while I sleep my demons die,
but when I wake the echoes cry.
...
Sad yet sexy shivers
from a little lady on the street corner,
named Wendy.
She’s as breezy as last week
...
The disappearance of miss Emilie Devine
Weighed heavy on our broken minds.
She slipped into the punch bowl
And blew a kiss to our troubled souls.
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Pretty girl, deep sea explorer.
The secrets she keeps, are inside a bottle;
and as she sleeps, her and that bottle
go for the ride of their lives.
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Somewhere
A hipster lion bangs his mane
As a hippopotamus plays violent guitar riffs,
While iced out iguanas send sexts to the lady lizards
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