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S R Q P O N M L
Subtly reflecting silver eyes, steel stony cold,
Seraphim hands shine slight and slender,
Sonorously sounding, a seranade of old.
Raptured and wrenching, wrought I slowly writhe,
Rotting, remorsing, to rock and dirt readily to render,
Revived I run, wracking my nerves, returning, I am alive.
Quaint and quirky, quivering, body quaking to the core,
Quiet wishes, quarrelling, a quandary, a splendor,
Quitting, accquitted, quite cautiously quelled before.
Perverse, these putrid, puny pestilences, prodding,
Pushing, pulling, preening me, my vice, plurality's pretender.
Pithy, I pull back, pained for pleasures pleasant plotting.
Obesquious, opaque, obvious yet object to be obstructed,
Ominously straining, obsidian elation, opal and oliander,
Omnipotent I stand in order, only in our minds instructed.
Nervously nonchalant I nod the nighttime, knowing,
Nihilistic knowledge parting nonconformists, null, nine and older,
Never nonplussed, neutral, nor naive, N O M I N A L L Y slowing.
Miraculously I manage my mind, monopolizing moria,
Malcontent, with multiple moralities, misfit and apt to meander,
malevoloently we mark our murders, made morose by malaria
Lasciviously looting, leering, lusts leaning, loaned and lost,
Liberally living, losing l'art for the least of lenders
Leveled loosely on lowered standards, levied to the cost.
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