Rank distress doth blind my eyes,
all digress with guilded lies,
I confess my mind denies,
I care less who sells and buys.
Acrid smells do twist my gall,
screams and yells now whispered call,
loud the bells throughout the hall,
private hells that still enthrall.
Fucking flesh is bled and weak,
far from fresh in hide and seek,
strong the mesh upon the freak,
parties thresh as floorboards creak.
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WOW, very impressed with how this was put togther. I never had the talent to use these kind's of words.It's very expressive. Well done. Thank you for the comment.
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Wow,
You sure have a good flow going here.
Thanks for sharing, and this was very well expressed!
Peace, -Timothy aka poeticweaver~


