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Salts
Contributed by
screwge
on
Friday, 11th December 2009 @ 09:16:10 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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You can wear
Their garb, but that
That is your choice
Is mostly
The rebarbative dive,
And you'll look
Like a salmon
Swimming in a
Paper bag.
At half's
Hoisted mast
And at half-view,
Your bilging
Properties
Tend to
Fatten up the sack,
So the laughing stock
Is here before you wear
A bed
And show the other sexed how
Stilted,
How granular
A trade can be.
In the sun,
Sweats idealize salts,
Uncanny
Affection dries
To pills
And
Pellets, and
Your hugs become
Quite square.
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