faux
Hitch body up a mile,
cuffed outer shadow,
bluff-usher shallow.
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Clipped to a shaken isle,
thirty to island,
three left behind and
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feather your pretty vowels,
keyed up to clotting,
ocean of solving.
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Curve lip to faux-endow,
the length of it bitten,
plush versus smitten.
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Neckerchief around,
swell all the swaying,
muscle the feigning,
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hush in the laic drown,
swoon through your eyelids,
rest through the trying.
(Source: edtullett)
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