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The Unforgiven
A cathartic breath is deeply taken
At the library of historical shelves.
The Capital of the self.
Psychologically polluted. You are, Cairo.
Self-governed raging inferno.
Proclaim to be an angel for all, ah dismantled whole, Diablo.
I favor a fall into a black hole, I go as gravity takes its toll.
Prideful of ancient triangle structures, savored labor, dusty useless rusty clueless of Hydrogen Sulfide flavor — modern necessity to mask the rest, recently resentful, century forever-leftover dynasty followed a crushed destiny. Hidden buried gems and handmade-blowjob poems to allow a surplus of glory. to swallow your sex, bypass masturbation = Multifarious misinterpreted reality avoiding an arid Sur-Saharan sandstone affection.
Sparsely furnished essentials yet well equipped with humanitarian traps, headless immortal rats, cages of fake unobtainable silver cents and grey-groundwaters of dammed Nile rivulets for the disguised daredevil rants. Long and lonely days turn and twist skies darkened with yelling bats; crying ricochets off distant objects.
Je ne peux plus oublier, oblivious oubliette, your pyramids, we instantaneously forget. What it’s all meant, meant for liberation to set, to set a…
