married to the muse
the paper fell open
in a zig zag shape
the pack split
redressed fantasy
whatever way
don't mind if you funk it
it matters as much
as a little puff of cookies
on the helm's voyage
long as the organ's creepy
hope nobody sees
when you share your stuff
too close to the thruster
hoppers in flottage
thyratons stressing
pulse width unmodulated
on the coccyx rebounds
how many pairs of eyes
grasped the voltage ?
10.06.06.
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