You smile
on my lips like
fresh dew drops
even when I wither
in the glut of slimy
muck around me.
You make it
possible
for me
to bear
this
GRIME

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In his sleetful night,
She slipped into,
Her sleazy skin....
For him, she was slinking,
But she was slick,
For she knew,
She would be,
His last slime..!

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The borders, the walls,
You think you can climb-
Were made to perfection...
To rid all the slime.
People sense your aroma-
From a mile away.
Have you forgotten-
That you'll rot and decay?
I, too, await the same fate.
I should see the light-
Instead I view shadows...
Even when it's not night.
Stink versus dark...
Which would you pick?
No glorious rainbows...
In this poetic bliss.
You'll ooze down slowly-
My secure safety net.
I'm not really sure...
If I should bother to fret.
I'll take down my walls.
I'll set myself free.
I'll be who I want.
No matter what that may be.
Leave me alone...
Curiosity.

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Ten decorative items
Three different colors
beaten and beautifully blended
she has been made into a slime
before she knew it.


/woman/

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Tick, tick- ah the Divine Rhyme,
Makes even beasts sublime;
Nothing else is Lord's paradigm,
Than all skies to bring to grime:
Savvy sense stems from slime.

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But we have bring for us by the means of hard work

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Once upon a time, the reasons did rhyme,
Then, slow and sure, loving was a crime;
She played me like slime:
Struck outta luck!
— % &

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I've Slowed Down
I move quite slowly these days
It seems my body has taken check
Of all things bone blood and muscle
And found some things not quite up to speck
I know my knee is a bit wonky
And my back needs to be treated with care
But as tip to toe for the rest of me
I'm not suffering any troubles there
So why has my head told my body to slow down
Any slower I might be travelling like a snail
And the only thing to distinguish me and old snaily boy
Is I won't leave a sticky and slimy old Trail

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The dilemmas of our recent times,
Is it okay be a little questionable,
Or you have to bow down to every word of the devine.
Is it okay to be wanted to choose,
Or you have to consider, whatever you were fed is sublime.
Is it okay to shriek a little,
Or you just have to keep living like a silent slime.........

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