Don't stop drinking, the water will hold
I've got a tap on the oceans, seven-fold
Did I bruise your two lips efficaciously?
You're an adenoidal suicidal blue baby
Sterile words are asthenic sanitisation
Are you embarrassed by that attention?
A cavalcade of tragedy and menagerie
Demarcated flirtation in grave robbery
My wink scheming pertinent adulation
Vindication is not the equivocal potion
Presentiment is a faux rubbish tumbril
If you wish to execute me, I'll fire at will.
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Oneirology
Poetry♦♦♦ Oneirology: the study of dreams. Dreary reality intertwined with nuances of dreamy phantasm; for when my quill is spitting iridescent rainbow mirages instead of murky ink puddles. ♦♦♦
