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Calling Of The Walls

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In relevance of my being,
Beneath aspiring quest.
Shadowed by the elm,
I keep the key.
Waistcoat of my vest.

Catacombs of my soul
And calling of the walls,
Echoes of my creation,
Twisted of the dark. 
Many torches, I lit.

Oblique, meandering sways,
Swilling my thoughts,
Prosing emotions of the cock
And shuttered gables. 
I brew my fornications. 

Mystique, I wear my cloak,
Surrounded by liken wishes.
The boughs may curve
But the elm stands.
Feathers of the quill.

Thee who adorn me,
With shallowness writ,
Unable to flatter my script,
I am not fooled.
Calling of the walls. 

In nuance of my scribble,
Precum of my dribble,
As the scroll rolls.
My erotic fires of dawdle,
In relevance of my being.

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