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Same old Knockoffs by I.F GarmissSoup of the Day is Gothic Pride.
A sickly blend of shattered and broken,
Written and etched in five different ways, with ten different meanings and seven different sayings about how the Angels all Fell and your World is a Debris Field,Awaiting your inhale.
It is broken little fundamentals and riven little truths,
That break you down into the Core and ask you what it all means and what the hell you're looking for,
At least that's what the words seem to state while plugging every miserable length,
Of Diction, Prose and Metaphor.
Stop it already.
Give me something warm and fuzzy.
Give me something new and rich.
Ten words to spell out Dark and Death and Misery,
Has no value to the Modern Bitch,
Or Asshole begging true.
Give me a Poem, without the Pain to see it carried through.
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