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Home: This Dome.
Chrome Teeth Of Overzealous Dames Approaching Their Attracting Aims.
Times Wither Here 2 Become Immaterial.
Special, Nooks & Crannies, 2 Watch & Rest.
Rust Rain & Each Browner Puddle Of The Water Left.
Heft Up Pleasure 2 Avoid The Slimes.
Rhymes, Of Toddlers & Such.
Much Heard Of Much Said.
Dead Things Don't Exist N The Dome.
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- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: July 16th, 2023 15:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Have Fun, Y'all.
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 1
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