Thrill
in the foreboding
Magnetism
to meekest of them.
Is
prescient which fright
your
chest heaving.
To
the sporting of them
I
am the bane of the citizenry.
The
environs rake and hiss false progressives
when
summer swing of festival.
The
boys are wilding.
Foresee
I’m match with her pedigree.
Her
high mind and the degrade to my face.
A
slow moan to shriek of octave.
The
lonely it echo.
A
smile affable to baring teeth.
The
grin is sardonic and my humble waning.
Bouquet
of fatigue, sweat.
When
it turn and eventual succumb.
The
R.E.M. is real.
The
R.E.M. I feel everything.
There
is fete of which the fright commence.
It
is point of order the nubile.
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