The S1cs3nc3 Is'nt Tha Sixth 1 No Poem by sean north
The S1cs3nc3 Is'nt Tha Sixth 1 No
Try to tie me
up again
with words of sorts
my so called friend
Seen through all
oblique your angel
seen the carrots
that you dangle
So smug about your
sense of clout
you lost all you
just hanging out
In bleak affliction
with dirty deeds
plump and swollen
are your seeds
your flowers hang
without the petal
eat like cancer
through this mettle
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