TRAR - A WORD A POEM # 7
TRAR
Internet
eat me, I'll eat you up;
under the arcades of the reports are only
with all your double vu
to listen now while I beat.
laugh or cry is always the same as porn
transfuses me if I type
six sex sax, the instrument of Lucifer;
it's OK to put a lowercase letter.
All steps can be everything if you: my name
who are poets!
many and which events happen in your pipe
I smoke and I smell you to buzz when you cry.
I do if I buy the ticket from just an idea.
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