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Pilate's Crown.If you watch the cripple crawl, And you find the sound through it all, It'll rip your belly open To the tune of the troubadour. If it's a happening you seek, Then run the water o'er the weak, And hope an aftermath On the settled open cracked back. If you appeal to the seventh seal, And you worry over your next meal, Then the martyr's not so tired When you splice apart the fear.Pilate's Crown.
Live to regret the splinter. Learn to hold Pilate's shoulder. Leave the dying to others.
Could another keep a gathering, To evade the edges of another thing? &
by ~Torr-Ture
Write HeavyI saw your hatchet hasten, rend a gripping highwayman to the center’s fold Wipe your rocks upon the edge to know the ending. Drive a freshly uncommon gasp as a building of a man. Win the lady’s heart and slay the succor until you see your hatchet hasten.Write Heavy
I saw your sallow welcome, with a tightened dread in your revelry fold With a wise touch on Christmas to lick your sweetheart. Do a twist among the odours and do not prepare your style. Rest your pencil to the mutter and know just how to grasp your sallow welcome.
by ~Torr-Ture
LookI heard you made it look easy, look west, and effort was never wasted on the branch swing. I hoped it made a pretty flash in the canopy – Those wide prism eye flutters made to make My clenching iron side lurch to the scene, The hypnotist blind spot in the space, The grasp, the guessing game pendulum dance That you wore on feet that kicked the grass. If it’d come to soon then it’d be a child’s play And the city would burn to the sound of the Small Arc Of your streamers, of your dress, of your scared.Look
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The Cowardly Constant.You could have wept to see her palate cleansed: Spat bloodied foam, the Good Words, mangled screws of an iron fetter, Though her teeth broke like crusted sugar in the grinding of lock and key. You would have rosied your fingers in the stains surviving a concentration case,The Cowardly Constant.
Rubbed a little life into the face of things when the wound sprang up, And blazoned your letter upon the pale.
When the flood comes: These leaden handed pages will trumpet the herald call to scatter; These kings and men will spur their flanks from carrion to spear-shatter;
These islands hewn in the stream cut strand w
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