21 lines
21 Guns
that’s two lines—
This is Four;
Woe unto the whore
86 is a bitch;
Baneful glow;
Phoebus shows
Brutalist beauty:
Fuck-
Grotesque cunt,
Prey starts to hunt;
runt gets stuck
Glamour in the rut;
Another notch scratched on the belt
Like with during the exact beginning of the New Year (of this year, 2026) with crafting a poem— Time Eats — for a technicality of Laos arou...
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