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   Volume XI, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..


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Poetry


Untitled
John Lowther

 

Foreplay is kissing, teasing, caressing, and putting parts of other people's bodies in your mouth
              that bodily waste tends to fall out of.
When a family agrees to host an occult-obsessed Nazi scholar, they're transformed into undead
              slaves and must kidnap victims to feed his bloodlust.
Mere goodness can achieve little against the power of nature.
Luck and intuition play the cards with spades to start.
Friction results in more transfer than an accidental encounter.
The mute stoner sprays the demon with air freshener.
At first I thought he was walking a dog.
You're a sick puppy and I love you.

 

 

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