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esoteric chaffinches ( some shit by me for all yous out theres )

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yes sunday is the curate's egg

the synergy of gathered time

it's energy - our shattered heads

the weathering of battered rhymes


its gravy flowing through our veins

those crumbles in our custard creams

a gentle tap upon our brains

et déjà vu within our dreams


it's esoteric chaffinches

& pretty maids all in a row

all puzzled polecat - laughing fish

& television comatosed


it's drunken uncles stuck up trees

long strolls along the edge's span

tis one for you - fifteen for me

it's babychamed diazepamed

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