Thursday, February 04, 2010

we waltz with necromantic cephalopods
dwell in tangled red-brick cephalopods

Leviathan came near and wheezing expired
who could not thole these Sputnik cephalopods

rotunda holds terse destiny in splinters
it's all about the lovesick cephalopods

crunk flamewings vie in harrowing the source
foxtrot alcove's Arctic cephalopods

teammates, think Graywyvern lacks a plan
to cut through walls of mile-thick cephalopods?

The Ten Trusts.

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