Gimme Gimme Poem by Jamie Dewyer

Gimme Gimme



the palace of contempt was wrought
naught with these veins the eyes had saught
your feral knowlege of this force-feild
i can't spell well
still i force -feild

traitor hands are smooth like syntonyms
you react to all this venom and

HOLS ABLAS

we are certainly losing our minds

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