Phlegm - Poem by celine charcoal
and they summoned
said the rhyme from coaster
to this final acquisition
is it or is it not
in this dried tip of the finger,
into dis crowded space of reign
with words so to speak that
sucked any inspiration or being there.
in this custom gathering of people
in terms of a divided level of
it really did break up
into thick endurance.
then they were all phlegm.
not all at once
and not so obvious
however it was this indulgence
of cough and overthrowing their means.
then beating the build up
coarsely in masses of
then I felt such a relief.
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