study 219 : motor-mouth cringe state

the fool is a grow
with a mouth on her like
you mightn’t believe
minking the madness glow
clatter,  is the reference point
spiced up
with no ghost
a belly laff is to dig to
untrain,  that flop in a slurred rime
“it’s not gonna be”
but then

stunned to ramp the fast that back
as an electron stage

electric train around manic freight reasons

plead that clarity      the blacked is out
even blasting
towed like an ungulate

backwarded push his new copy was plain floor.

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