There’s a secret sorority,
scornfully screaming Forgery.
reportedly they jot down deformities,
& forcefully call it poetry,(oof)
But there’s more to me,
guess you can say its Sorcery
the way they go to sleep,
when I gorgeously pen down uniformity, see
Laugh’s unique form’s forged from iron ore,
Bjorn’s Gold, & the last unicorn’s horn. #duckseason
(Septer, catacombs)
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