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letra de stop sign - allone (usa)

unnatural alarming grave voices gather me
i’m attracted to the bazaar like james joyce’s “araby”
maybe its a phase poised to atrophy
but currently this loyal amorous
patient boy is flattering
coy arachnids, anointed blackening widower
making weaving white lie spoiled hammocks and
concealing poison sacs within
joyful saccharine, sweet talking turmoil bathory
foil ravishing, i’m a lunatic tied (tide) to see (sea)
deep waves brain wash adjoin to fathoming
her royal majesty’s siren voice is maddening
beckoning bard banshee sings
of relationship-wrecks to boil in baths with me
the “world’s an oyster” actually
she loves the pearls and flexes muscles/mussels to destroy anatomy
my reaction sees me in a sh-ll turned(shelter) to avoid calamity
but i have faith amongst (a monk’s) building like a monastery
despite shes an apostle sharing the products carried
in apothecaries, she awfully cons-fine-men with solitary
confinement promising solidarity
allurement’s verily when sk!ll appears extraordinary
not when sk!llful appearances are all they carry
so doubly no one could be as hot as carrie. i guess its all arbitrary
she was skeletal limbs scrawny bending
like trees in autumn skinny, bark was clearly
worse than bite since she would “scarf” it heavy
then “go for the throat” like winter wardrobe settings
yeah a hearts a “chest” piece i “treasure” gently
but that’s not suggesting my “ex mark spots”
for pirate booty she ought to bury
realizing my novice empathy
got me deathly caught in webbing
i endure an exiting, without attempting
to talk offensively, no matter the wreck i see
before i get to feet to mend the scene
i remind myself emt is “empty” technically
there are only so many cogs and metal springs
and quandaries friends can need
before i’m left to treat a heart-wrenched machine
i imagine “re-pair” means we’re
to off the head we heed
and bond in a better team

- allone usa

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