O the allure
of morbid fancy
O the glow of
plastic lights
O'er the
moors
In rapid
trancing
Cue the
lurid
Obfuscations
This one
pours
Honey in your
ear
This one
ignited
Your
indifference
Dissipating
Like an oil
spill
This one
knows
Your dirty
washing
Sniffing
secrets
from your
clothes
Come on
laddie
You're in
clover
Goodie
Baggie
Sherbet sour
Take a
sweetie
With
conjecture
My
abeyant
Dis-compunction
Force of
nature
Screw unloose
me
Forsooth
sirrah
You traduce
me
Ether noosely
Steam of
devils
Looming from
a perfumed neck
O your
haircut
Will not save
you
O your
deviance
Copulating
O'er the
throes
Of wild
induction
Phosphorescence
Paints your
footprints
Ephemeral
traces
Dent the sand
Swollen
scars
The garden
gate
Watch the
stars
Obliterate.
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