Stumped old slander,
heat up the virus.
Palpitate and sink,
sucking on gravel.
Hollow, salient, thirty
seven sevens.
Temples big and marble;
cracked and weeping
liars.
Tenacious blather
seething tongue ties
bewildered simpletons.
I can do anything I want, so why don't I do something?
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