Unnamed Poem
so far the magic swirled
Mystery demented and tortured flowed through twisted flesh
The rot of perfume raped the sinuses
I’m lost in wanting
I’m found in satiation
I’m a fellow that to you I surely will jest
Quipped and quoted
Lies far from truth
I bring you my soul and the twists that exist within
The lies turn into truth on wings
Full circle the delivery arrives and no more lies exist
I’m lost in wanting
I’m satiated.
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