Two Lives Up in a Guillotine Swell,
a virtual reality by those that crafted a Witch spell,
to know that it is neither of us that fell,
the platter informs the rigor tells.
First the work is chattered lurk,
Second the two joint separate spurt,
Third is the luckiest Number,
in this their Words find plunder.
Known to Bloodlines hold the both,
stood in values the other boasts,
go the Mark of Tattoo's Coast,
Fantasy Island had a Host.
The Plane a Plane the Voiced in most,
walked with stature reminds this toast,
no champagne a basement soaked,
whilst I was out in left hand turn,
I did land with similar same learn.
Patiently I stared the stood,
like a dream but of resulted hood,
suffocation brings things to,
these points of whether are not should.
Horror begets the jumps I've lept,
in said spun the time was young,
couldn't watch the rape to spot,
in the height I cornered shot.
Could not wait the breadth of do,
thought to turn the timber through,
landed in a place like threw.
Men of Stature, Men of Work,
back and forth to record the lurk,
steady to be still while theirs,
finally speaking it was chores.
Bridges of Times Taught with Dimes.
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