C.R.E.A.M. Flows All About Crime.
Scheme Amidst The D.R.E.A.M.Time.
Time Is A D.R.E.A.M. The D.R.E.A.M. Is Time.
Sublime Substances The Enemies Must Shatter.
Letter 2 A Lover That Lover Never Got Because That Lover Had Finally Left 4 Good.
Guard Whatever U Can, Security Must B The Issue.
Tissue Paper Rolls 2 Get B4 It Starts Raining.
Sustaining, Surviving.
Courting Only Personal Hopes.
Ropes 2 Cut & Throw Away B4 The Next Soul Hangs.
Lang's & Lawrence's.
Recesses Or Crevices N These Catacombs Of Poetic Theories Dearie's.
Histories Mix & Mingle Mighty Much N The Slipstream.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: March 31st, 2023 12:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Have Fun, My Friendz.
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 7
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