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Found Poetry 924

1/25/22

an outbreak! so don’t be taken
those that stretched are escaping
the slow are marks to be on a torture apron
road scraped awakened you're butt naked
hands carrying a load of mutilation
better practice patience or wind up with satan
a saint of sorts in waiting
with the best entertainment
no one explains how dangerous
you'll be nameless but famous
in the red mist dangling
a demon giving a demonstration
its fists bang out lists of statements
you're off the sharp hook
but didn’t miss the pavement
never thought you'd kiss a basement
your body fell adjacent
to a weapon arrangement
an iron rod of proper weighting
revenge is the sweetest fragrance
nostrils distend no time to debate it
sometimes hatred is sacred

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