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Tuesday, January 02, 2018

Ixion

The centaur bow aflame in absolute fire,

breath cloud via spectograph no liar,

  primordial booze of all make and kind

  ethanol, vinyl,...no wonder centaur's blind


a black hole of methane, tongueless profane,

formaldehyde crib has all life to gain

  loaning out a cosmos to spare

  a rib boomerrang returns for its share


half man-horse,  his core brighter by far,

hera dumbly his target, zeus fixed Ix with tar,

   spinning eternal from fucking that cloud

   (in hearts distillation, purely not allowed)


  big bang banished, moby dick subsumed,

  punished with powers all self-consumed

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