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“The letters twist inflected shame.

You shan’t exist to escape your;

Name.”

Poisoned is the moniker. Acrid lips of bile.

Wrapt around, a venomous harmonica.

Notes steal away from you each chime.

Kiss inflates. Heir’s disgrace.

Chronicled.

As, paralysis, sets the pulsing throb,

In rime.

On the tongue wet, now, a frozen;

Cognomen in time.

“The letters twist inflected shame.

You shan’t exist to escape your;

Name.”

If you could afford the antidote,

Would you sup, Elixir’s taste?

Though the snide, affecting,

Side effects,

Cast, your looks in creosote,

From a spunly, ailing,

Face?

The crumple of your profile,

Would wriggle,

Offspring free of decades,

From carbuncle-formed belittle-

ment, whilst, the shackles’, taut,

defame.

“The letters twist inflected shame.

You shan’t exist to escape your;

Name.”

© poormansdreams

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