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They couldn't match me in my base form, thunder cracks when I brainstorm

Tv static crackles off glazed corneas, crumbled papers tossed aside, panes frosty due to what was lost inside a closet full of fossils, spinal column assembled solemnly, dealing in absolutes; alls done methodically, periodically engaged in an odyssey where I'm drained of pure honesty resulting in flushed fingertips, pages of smudged limericks

Semi sloppy penmanship, won't quit fidgeting cuz stimulus is riveting as poppies whipping in a tsunamis wake; lofted before a toddler all snotty faced

Paragraphs more graphic than what Nagasaki faced; bombs leave shades where

Promptly placed in a stocky frame is a tempest that cannot be tamed, as an infant I knew we were not the same, I'm locked insane, watching grains of sand drop, constrained to my noggin and its lame, still I do it properly, can't stop won't stop cuz its a part of me, wholeheartedly, signed in ichor spilled from an artery, slide up in my parlor b