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Lest my thoughts betray me, Steal a faggot's breath, Fleshly fingers stretch my scalp, Muttering a misheard Shibboleth,

No.

I haven't heard this one, No, I haven't heard it before, Just recant your prior testimony, Lest it get in the way of established Lore,

Why?

There is a crime in waiting, Your decisions should be made, Our shared thoughts awaiting, Let your honesty be Displayed.

Lest my thoughts betray me, Steal a faggot's breath, Fleshly fingers stretch my scalp, Muttering a misheard Shibboleth, No. I haven't heard this one, No, I haven't heard it before, Just recant your prior testimony, Lest it get in the way of established Lore, Why? There is a crime in waiting, Your decisions should be made, Our shared thoughts awaiting, Let your honesty be Displayed.

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True if big

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All poems are born of the moister things, Wetten'd thoughts of Slime, A Father's forgotten load, Turned into a Mother's Menstrual Crime,

Conception was my first mistake, Second was a thought, Third was trying to write a poem, Because the last line I forgot.

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Deep