crystal clear of a broken vaseA Poem by Periacgood morning
prompt were wrestling words
like large and violent herds rabid tongue drips blasphemous distilling complete came w****s the typical villain truth the shepherd narratives entwine softly mumbled urges what will never be mine moments away wretched in dirty grasses sheep of men hold torrid masses quick lashed were sermons unjust said the prophet bleeding desired lust unto me swift deathly grip conjured lest hunger under chewy nip forlorn the infant pictures-less text of centuries old deceit dressed in a saviors jest © 2017 PeriacReviews
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