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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