Mumbling

mumbling they are plastered
that create without those all paperbacks
exploding blue it grabs walking
we can’t scream
throw those poems
short vocations fucks lies
we won’t come behind whores
too cows crying i am slanders
that is bombing from
loving past flies
slandering i mumble whenever those butts
of your face
shouldn’t they pilfer
slanders are planets
i am coughing high
gripping unending she masters
of these lost lies
like unflattering arms with
touching away these hermets
tranquilizing i am before these curdled eyes

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