power ain't a yoke - felon fumes:
dark dribbles by bruised blitzkrieg puked
damp dexterity whooshing wiles
nocturnal nimble, nosy knights
wealth is not a spell - callous crest:
eerie evil enthroned on breast
of voluptuous vices, cloned fractures
dripping oddities, leered leisure
fame is far from a pawned princess:
porous pleasures gored by recess
gaunt gores gnawing la-de-da lust
featured foils, favor's fostered guts
all qualities are privileges
measured and shrunk at expiry.
'20: 06: 06: 10: 41
Note: of quaking qualities.
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