No nursery rhyme
it's dragons 'time
host me out
of this nutty grittiness
boast me away
from all nothingness
blind me from
tall wittiness
steal my ears
from seeds with fears
hide my tears
from rapist years
match your shit
don't measure it
with mouths which fit
Sulphur please
bring me a match
so that Lucifer can catch! M
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