They bake their bread,
from fire
burning my home.
Journalism.

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#Tabloid

Engraved spells of lust
sparked psyche often burst
It took bruise of golden dust

pulled out from dump
It's still a heavy junk
admit it's a broken crumps

spell out an animal fire
quench my soul; the psychic desire
engraved lines of demonic thirst
Nazca plate of historic dust

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