Dermatographic Poetry

Twirl and submit to the demand of a greater force.
Bend for me my precious peel.
How could you conceal something so bright?

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Are you the fly who intently looked at me?
Why leave after i noticed you?
Why fly when i wanna fly with you?
Come back...

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these pseudo-poems were written while i was battlin' with the urge to completely drift through Neverland while desperately tryin to listen to a lecture on Puritans and Pilgrims in Philo of Law...

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