From Brian Froud's Goblins!


RepetitionIn this deviancy, In this derelict quiet, Cold and forgotten, Dust covered butterflies Float to freedom, Flapping, in vain, Against the tide. It turns. The dust settles, Noticeably undisturbed.Repetition


RhymeCigarettes and cologne while tripping C's,Rhyme
Charlie the unicorn and talking to trees.
Vampire blood is the way it feels,
Saving for tomorrow's drug deals.
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
All my base
Are belong to you
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Cry aloud for no echo will be made into sound,soft ripples though time and space, words spoken from forgotten lips will hold true to your name
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