Feed The Forgotten Feed – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

I said it was okay, yet never did it sit well, the fragrance of the smell, it yielded naught but got some, I asked the question out of order, the words were wrong, the time was right, look and see, sever the sea, wash the wizard’s beard, and free the inside of me, pleasure to infinity, but less beyond the door before, behind the pony I saw…

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