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Times Lost



Boxing gloves/
Caught me up/
In times lost, softly trust/
Wanes and falsely cut/
Ties are starting from/
Fresh places, arming dusts/
To harshly come/
Back and stop me from/
Washing up/
Too early/
In hostile clums-/
Y fashions, you heard me/
Walking slums/
A virgin/
Oddly thrust/
Into a whirlwind/
Of spotty crumbs/
And wishywashy love/
Autumn comes/
And bawling runs/
Her fingers fondly from/
The brawler's cuts/
To his bottled up/
Honest suff-/
Ering, wondering/
If loving me/
Is such a weak/
Fucking thing/
To do, she huddles, screams/
And judges me/
For studying/
Myself while stuffing these/
Emotions under shrink-/
Ing encumbering/
Injustices/
Clumped up with/
Shuddering/
Repugnant wisps/
Of smoke hovering/
Over the love that lived/
Inside the crushing bliss/
Of a Mother's kiss/
Must of hit/
That pipe 3 times, a lump of lips/
That crumbled when/
The roughest winds/
Came back to punish him/
Dust and filth/
Intermingle/
As a killer sinkhole/
For distant evils/
Reels in people/
And chills the meek for/
A ceiling greeting/
The shrill and fleeced for/
A dealers weekend/
A miliion will leave you/
With a steal egregious/
I'm picking pieces/
Up a shill thats wreaking
Havoc as I shiver singing/
Of the dinner feast we/
Have, slimming shrieking/
And grinning weakly/
I'm winning easy/
You cant defeat me/
Leave me/
Alone before I keep these/
Treaties/
And cleave you/
In two, leaking/
So now king me/
I'm reaching/
A feverish/
Breaking point
Chasing coy/
Clingy/
Features/
And I'm leaning/
Towards leaving/
Free me/
Please these/
Deepened/
Angry ploys/
Are dangling boist-/
Erous thoughts facing choices/
I've made destroyed/
Lately buoyant/
Thoughts are vaguely coiling/
In my brain and joining/
Together to lengthen, oiling/
The crazed enjoyment/
I saved for lawyering/
My own insane deployment/
Angst is boiling/
And I may enjoy it/
Cradle, hoist it/
Up, debase and foil risk/
Breaking oysters/
Chasing's pointless/
But the race is joyous/
And blatantly poignant/

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