Tag: POEMARIO
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FROONING
freely frooning in my sleep, i fear not the frost, but in this flimsy and forbidding foundry, a formidable phalanx of philanthropists forbiddenly formulate faux farms, festering farcicle frost for fame, freedom and fun. frowningly, the freak frogfish from afar were finally unfrozen. they flew through the ozone no go zone, and familied frillions of…
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LUNNUN
when i walked out one rainy grey midsummers morning i planned to walk to lunnun town that city so alluring i got my geese some tarmac shoes to lead us to temptation or to take us up to high barnett to profit from inflation i hooked a bag upon my back i cut mysel’ a…
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FASHION FROSTED
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published fashion frosted breastplate eager added toenail seven holy oak holes threaded with a fox tail slumming like a Richepigg broken oily fishstick wrestle training underground ezra thor and thunder pound arse hole bum hole arse eye shit hole eye brown itch bitch ripped raw…