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Rhyme Is A Crime

Sometimes, it's just she
and the crickets
that croak right through her walls,
or she and the same old lizard
against her walls
who glides, pants, and then crawls.

Sometimes,
she just grits
her faux teeth
and then
she just spits
onto her own filth.

Sometimes,
it's just her
and the purring scowls
of her feline friend,
but it's just her
and the scowling purrs
of her benign descend.

Sometimes,
she just
stares.

Sometimes,
she hardly even
cares...

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Rhyme Is A Crime

Sometimes, it's just she
and the crickets
that croak right through her walls,
or she and the same old lizard
against her walls
who glides, pants, and then crawls.

Sometimes,
she just grits
her faux teeth
and then
she just spits
onto her own filth.

Sometimes,
it's just her
and the purring scowls
of her feline friend,
but it's just her
and the scowling purrs
of her benign descend.

Sometimes,
she just
stares.

Sometimes,
she hardly even
cares...

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